Thursday, September 14, 2017


I gave her an introduction to my words
My feelings in a poem written slow
She took my words and gave it meanings
Like threads from a carpet
Ripped out from the pattern
She analyzed the colors of the thread
Instead of looking at the whole
The colors were there but the image were gone
Ripped out and lying on the floor


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