Beloved (Sitting In The Park)

A Poem by Matthew Bass

It´s those angels again

It´s not what you are
but who you are, and
who you let me be.

I keep my eyes open
when you kiss me with
closed ones
because,
nothing is coincidence
and I wouldn´t want to miss anything.

© 2011 Matthew Bass

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Added on October 15, 2011
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Matthew Bass

St. Louis, MO

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It´s funny how we think we are all on the cusp of something, and just have not been recognized yet. I am no different. I don´t really care all that much, but at the same time I do care. .. more..

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