11/16/12 by Uriel TovarI laid down my pen
So you could see
How I would separate the
Action from
The intent
How easily
A messy
Situation can stem
From misread words
How a word could
Spread troubled roots
Doubts
And what was once sacred
Can be another wasted night
A failed attempt at love.
11/16/2012 Posted on 11/17/2012 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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Posted by George Hoerner on 11/17/12 at 02:19 AM Now you know it is how we carry our inner definitions. And if we don't know how the "other" we need not use the word or establish our meaning and see how the "other" reacts. Or it will be a terrible evening. But I do like the write! It re-inforces my feeling about communication or the lack there of.
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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/17/12 at 02:51 PM What could be a more sincere declaration from a writer than that first line. I like the use of "misread words" and very much like "spread troubled roots". Thanks for this. |
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