My. WORDS

My words are True
Caring and kind
Like my sweet soft mind

We live and breathe words. ..
.. It was books
that made me feel
that perhaps I was not completely alone.

They could be honest with me,
and I with them.
Reading your words,
what you wrote,
how you were lonely sometimes and
 afraid,
 but always brave;
the way you saw the world,
its colors and textures
and sounds,
 I felt-
-I felt the way you thought, hoped
, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming
and thinking
and feeling with you.
I dreamed what you dreamed,
 wanted what you wanted--
and then I realized
that truly I just wanted you.
My words come From my heart
My words speak my mind
My words are true caring and kind

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