Still

Whisper.

I am afraid.

I am afraid of the outcome of these thoughts, these images.

Come back to me.

Come to me.

Come.

Although the trust is gone, I am wanted,

and I still want.

Paint me a picture.

Write me a book.

Slowly I will fall in love.

Again.

But who am I to speak?

[kcooper]

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