Friday, October 25, 2013

My Treasure Trove

It is my private pain,
Like the blood in my veins
Just my own, my very own
The single silent cry is
Like the shrill down my spine
No one’s business but my own

The dry lonely tears that
 I don’t need to wipe away
Are mine own, no one else’s

Share it ;  I can’t, it refuses 
When I want to, it warns me
I am your own, just yours

"Don’t make me common", it says
"You will lose your treasure trove
I am rare and I am your own

Like the pleasure, my precursor
I bring to you a new world
That is yours, only yours!"

I accept and preserve it and
Let it pervade my body my soul
And make it my own forever.

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