The Truth; I Speak To You.

November 1, 2011
By Joanna Beute BRONZE, Orleans, Michigan
Joanna Beute BRONZE, Orleans, Michigan
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I stand alone in a dusk light,
As the clouds set a silhouetting shadow upon the ground.
As colors represent an individual,
I see my life represented by love.
The soft feel of sand upon your skin,
Feels similar to the gentle touch of a loved one's hand.
The tears I cry from my eyes,
Merely show the days I don't want to be strong.
As I stay silent,
I don't forget about you.
For you are the reason for all of these feelings.
I would cry my heart out,
But in order to do that,
No one but you can put my heart back together,
And I need my heart stable, rather than broken.
I have no thought of what else I can say to you,
For I have spoken my truth,
I have no more to say.

The author's comments:
I was just thinking one day, and I thought what’s if feel like to daydream out loud, and on paper? To truly dream with your eyes open. Imagining with a bright mind, truly it can take you anywhere, not even the sky is the limit.

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