Wednesday, February 28, 2018


I overshare
And no one cares
I place my heart
Out on a shelf
Lovely to look
Precious to hold
Every piece
Shining pure Gold
Intentions none
I love to talk
And should you smile
A starting gun
The words they fly
Like dear old friends
I chat a storm
Cold early morn
Oh, gotta run?
Let’s meet again
No hidden truths
Or misplaced guise
I am for real
No alibis
And what you see
Is what you get
This one girl’s voice
Just wants a friend

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