Real
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It was easy once When I was young And didn’t know. * Words that were everything And nothing Tumbled from half-parted lips. * Misunderstanding Deforested acres For fragrant missives Carried next to a heart That fluttered deliciously If erroneously. * Wanting to believe I believed they believed themselves And let myself be fooled. Wanting to belong…
