10.23.2009
I imagine I am stronger
in the more testing of times
I stand like a rock where others take many
falls.
I cannot explain the strength it takes
to make my eyes show tears of weakness.
I crumble a little inside to hear
The steadfast strength of my little fear...
Will you fear to be with me, or
Will you confide in my secrecy?
The pavement is wet with today's light rain
glistening the city's season, or stains.
My night is intriguing, or whatever.
I'm staring down the dial as hard as a feather...
Sensitive to each passing glow
I can't tell you my secret-
good thing you already know.
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