"The tea I poured still steaming,
He looked bleary eyed towards the window,
Every time it rained he conjured a past I knew nothing
about,
He blinked as if coming back to life,
Smiled, that re-assuring smile of his that made me feel so
distant..
He was mine by vows,
But was that enough?"
I read somewhere: "it is never about taking
off your clothes, letting someone into your fears, insecurities, your truths
and your lies is being truly naked."
July 22nd '14
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