Sense or nonsense matters not; writing is the rhythm of the words.
I fall in love with your writing a bit more each day. I can't explain what this made me feel. It made me feel something. Fear? Curiousity? Both.
Perhaps there is a great fear of our loved one finding our weakness when we used it to be a strength. I love this.
this is great! i am smiling, although i think perhaps i shouldn't be. but dear god, it rings so true that i can't help it. secrets.
oh, perfect. you ARE a poet.don't we all have that same fear, buried somewhere inside of us? that's what makes it a perfect poem.