You wrote.
And you were real.
No facade, no false face.
And I was startled
by your reality,
taken aback by your charm--
the charm of honesty, integrity
and how well you know what you need.
How could you share your truth
on pages so often filled with lies?
I want to know you,
see you,
My God, I almost want to Be You!
Someone who can write their truth
and hold their head up without shame.
I admire your bravery,
Your fierce and Unabashed Reality:
This is me: I am thus, I am so.
Take me or leave me,
I won't tell you lies.
Will you take me to heaven one night?
Or come and then cry in my arms?
I don't care as long as it is you.
Really you.
The one who wrote to me,
and caressed my ears with your soul.
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