Could we talk? Explore the world through my eyes?
Meeting — the divide between us could heal;
Clarity strikes, moments of truth concealed,
Hiding our secrets — I’d like not to lie.
Underneath the layers, more words contrived,
‘Till I’m unsure what’s real, only that truth cries.
I can’t hate you, my guilt itself revealed,
by Amanda Eifert
I wish between us all words said were real.
To move on when life used to mean — to hide.
Gold leaf of paper, are letters sent blessed,
Back and forth notes, develop us, obsessed.
Into each other we were grafted fast,
Keep holding on we’ll survive through harsh –
Times, sins we should’ve skipped, now such a farce;
Still in our hands, we hold each other’s hearts.
Amanda is a writer, blogger, and sometimes student from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. She began blogging four-years ago to improve her writing skills and share her thoughts on several topics including, her experience with mental illness.
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