Conversations
Conversations
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Sometimes I have conversations in my head,
With people, I no longer love, of things I no longer own,
That remains, cornered, in my fondness or my despair
And softly caress my insides,
As I swallow wonder, on the other side of wishful thinking.
Sometimes I have conversations in my head,
With words sincere enough, to belittle those I speak,
But my tongue chooses to feed the latter, the harmless and irrelevant
For it finds comfort in the pretence, and I obey silently.
Sometimes I have conversations in my head,
That make my heart come alive, but then I remember,
These are the conversations, I'll never really have
Or maybe I no longer can.