Sunday, 29 November 2015

Entangled






Entangled 
Your words, he said, 
Such a tangled web they weave,
Uneven patterns that abide, unyielding, 
Much as one tries meaning to derive,
Perhaps you use them to hide? 
Ah! She said, 
If only you'd reach out a hand without fright, 
Softly, without intent, in just a little while, 
The words would fall away, gossamer like, 
I really don't intend to hide! 
-Vinny 
29/11/15

No comments:

Post a Comment