Ocean, You Say? (Yours)

Ocean, You Say? (Yours)

A Poem by Matt Chevalier

In earnest;
Blinding lights 
And
Season
-al sounds
Shield we fragile hearts
With glitter in pounds.

But in these,  clashing , times,
(Most of which are mine)
Rooms are building themselves
To keep,  fates , intertwined.

I, the home of pretentious, pretender
Let me keep (them) to myself.

© 2012 Matt Chevalier


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Added on December 1, 2012
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