Valerie (valeriejoy) wrote,

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believing this pretense

I hold my tongue
I don't speak my mind
sometimes it festers
dangerously inside
I merely listen
I don't have my say
pushing it all down
it will burst someday
I pretend indifference
I nurse the silence
maybe I don't feel a thing
believing this pretense
I turn my thoughts
I imagine better times
soothing myself in dreams
comforting and sublime

foggy morning

Foggy mornings are nice when you don't have to go too far. ;)
Tags: poetry
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