You swallowed it up
And soaked it in
It wasn't a lie
There were no words
So easy to assume
So quick to read
Am I so open
So plain, so surface?
Perhaps not
You soaked it in
After all
Sponge of your own imagination
I would be laughing
Chuckling, smiling
But
Slick black rock
Wet cold chill
Only it wasn't a lie
There were no words
It feels the same
Monday, May 25, 2009
Counselling is a Lie
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