Untitled Poem

I love you!
There, I've said it.
For so long, it was there inside
And you knew,
I could feel it.
And you knew I knew.
And your what-ever color eyes
Won't let me rest.

Because I still know that paper doesn't talk, thank God,
And even seeing eyes cannot read ashes.
So I can scream on paper, I love you.
So I can write, She ran through the halls and streets
Shouting of her love.

I never decided to love you.
The idea was not mine.
Was it yours?


Susan J. Skinner

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