Saturday, November 7, 2009

You have a right with me.



Soft tears of new found needs, or buried words of contempt.
I am not disgusted by your worry warts.
The quiet strength you carry can become a weakness if you let it.
It's okay with me.
You have a right with me.
You're emotional episodes can go in my collection of precious keepsakes.
They'll be safe.
I will keep this delicately.
Let loose those silent cries,
my ears are big enough hold them all.
reasons don't matter here.
Not at all...
like you, just you, just how you do.
That's all that matters.
Your most authentic self, in all its lights and shadows.
that's what I am with you,
You have a right with me.

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