Monday, February 4, 2013

It changed

Your cognisance of my love,
The stripping of your mask of incognisance,
Hasn't abated my joy or misery,
Of being in love.
The uncertainty reigns,
As it always has.
The doubts stay put,
The qualms linger,
Your fears are exposed,
Worsening mine.
What I've earned,
Is freedom,
The freedom to dream,
To dream unbridled.


2 comments:

  1. Seems to be too personal(?) But clear and beautiful words:)

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  2. Glad you liked it.
    And personal? Not really.

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