Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

Mercurial Emotion (or sometimes it’s better to shut the fuck up)

I’d tell you
how I feel

But I’m not
sure I should

Not because
I don’t know
myself
or don’t have
the words

More because
I fear they’d be
misunderstood

Or worse
I’d have to be
responsible
as if I have to feel
the same way
forever

And there’s no way
of knowing
what the next day
will bring

(D. James)

30 April 2008 - Posted by D. James | art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing | | No Comments

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