Sometimes it's in the writing, not the words, but in the act of freely placing thoughts on paper.

Friday, August 31, 2012

 
 
Like trying to read braile handlessly,
i'm searching your words for meaning
reaching only the conclusion
of carelessness wrapped in a
pretty little box.
And as picture perfect as it seemed,
the ends were frayed,
the walls had holes
forever leaving an escape route
at my disposal.

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