scared of the truth

March 5, 2010
By , LaBelle, FL
I'm
afraid
of the truth
and everything
in between, plus you
i mean, just yesterday
you touched my arm without a
clue of what was beaneath the sleeve
you might have felt me tremble under
your touch, and although it was soft and quick
it frightened me to have contact with you
cuz with one tug by your gentle hand
the thread woven aroung my past
might unravel and release
all the things i hold
back when i pierce my
skin, cuz you might
be the one
to save
me.





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