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Would You Love Me?

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Would you love me if you knew where I sleep at night and of the nature of the characters at my breakfast table? Would we be friends if you could see the darkness that shades my heart at times, if you could see the dim and desperate realm that is my home? I have told you that I am made of shadows of the kind that conceal the creatures of your fears You take the pearls that I create and weave them into a blue-eyed vision never questioning the source of this glittering harvest You've told me you dream of wading into the sea searching for the creature that made those pearls, never fearing that you might drown in the coldness of the waters Would you love me if you could truly see me as something so unlike the lovely face you've created in your dreams? Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 08:12 AM PST   0 • 1

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