I'll Stand Back, Not Make a SceneA Poem by Pi Cee
To be heard, to be hurt
you can only see me. I take a walk along a creek to feel free among the air, I'll stop to sing a melody, flash a smile to weeds. Bring back all those used-to-likes, shut my mouth upon the touch of wind. Breathe in the scents of a summer breeze, graze a tree's hand, look up to the sky. In all fairy-tales, there is only one end. Happily ever after, to a night's long dream. © 2012 Pi CeeReviews
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8 Reviews Added on July 7, 2012 Last Updated on July 7, 2012 AuthorPi CeeParkersburg, WVAbout"Regardless of whether the answer of 'what do I mean to you' flatters me or not, such a question's only intention is merely for a shared understanding of one's place in another's life." "If I a.. more..Writing
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