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exposed
by Angela ThomasI was so close to telling you. to changing
everything. when you said, "stop dropping
bombs on me." and that's when I realized
that maybe it was a bomb you weren't ready
for. you had to pull the trigger. to set
it off, to explode, and burst forth with weighty
words that can't be taken back and rarely glide
across lips. this might have been the first time
I've had allowed them to slip through my own
lips into the ears of another in years. this digital
page has heard them a thousand times, but you,
dear reader, are not my lover. I am cloaked
in anonymity here, not inches from your face, heart
exposed and beating heavily, full of hopes and dreams. 10/07/2013 Author's Note: for Don.
Posted on 10/07/2013
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 10/07/13 at 10:25 PM it's one of those odd things about being a poet: we can say so much in poetry that we can never say any other way. the ending of this really chimed with me. great stuff. :) |
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