You Tell Me
Words of love, laced with quiet desperation
You say I’m too flirtatious
my actions misconceived
My true intentions misunderstood
By all those I may meet
You tell me I am guarded
My thoughts deep behind a wall
That I should speak my mind
And share with you my all
You say I am unobserving
Afraid of opportunity
My eyes closed to those around
Because it’s you that I should see
You tell me I am closed
Not willing to be true
To what I really want
Because I should want you
But how can what you say be pure
Be a sovereign invitation
When you utter words of love
Laced with quiet desperation
About the Creator
Jara Dekker
A display case, a simple space, a stage.
Upon which written works of art are shared.
The results of emotion and experience married to words...
...A soul laid bare.
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