Almost brave.
Almost
the sweet sickly girl
the one who lingered
lying in your mind
almost caught
almost brave
almost believed.
Almost
Not quite.
Nearly
Nearly there.
Almost the perfect version
of the lie
never worthy unless
your tongue
formed
broken words.
Almost pleasing.
Almost hiding.
No more.
Not now.
Never almost.
Saturday, 19 May 2012
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