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a new way of looking at... writings >> carl klouda >> because i cannot tell you |
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Because I cannot tell you How the man you see at work, in bars, at restaurants, is not me, but a shadow of, a reflection upturned and backwards. Because I cannot tell you That I have given the portion of my love foolishly, leaving it exposed, wounded, bleeding, willingly abandoned util it ran dry, leaving only cold, leaving only me. Becaue I cannot tell you What power I feel in solitude, in quiet, where only the echo of my thoughts are heard, and that echo is of sadness, empty moments, and a cold bed to wake to. Because I cannot tell you How much power you hold and how much I fear it, that when you look upon me you could destroy me, unknowingly, unwillingly, so with a glance I become the mortal victim of nonchalance. Because I cannot tell you, you will nbever know, and though you may see me, I will remain hidden, and from my masquerade will keep vigil, eyes upon you, sensing the ache you call from my heart, All, because I cannot tell you. |