segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2014

You will never know


I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
— Sylvia Plath

these are the
things you will
never know:

I was afraid
it was too late
I knew my body
so well
this should have rung
a bell

(but you will
never know
about him)

I left pieces of my life behind
the ache was so bad
you were the best poem
I have (n)ever read

but no
you will never
ever know
I do not regret

(at least
not yet)

Poema originalmente postado no HelloPoetry.

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