Dreaming of Silver Roses

Maybe less, maybe more
I am amazed at the line between innocence and arrogance
Perhaps I see what I want to see
Perhaps I want it so much I am just negligent
Relating is like a desert mirage
I believe therefore it is real until I touch
Relating is like a fog
At times thin and frail; it still covers over much
Did you mean what I heard
Or did I add what was never spoken
Am I holding you to the words you spoke
Or was there ever a promise to be broken
There was a fine line between what I wanted to see
And what I forced myself to see
And whatever the truth actually is
It was a blending of three maybe
I have no call for anger
I played the villain and the fool
As much as the confidante and friend
There should be no real guilt in this for you
To love openly was my choice, again.

Filed under: poetry, relating well, relationships, Uncategorized, writing on April 27th, 2008