In The Other Corner

there are
words there
and they come
from the heart

but for one
thing
they are designed
to deceive you

you keep on
loving
and i keep on
hiding

till you find me
but my arms are cold
my fingers
tremble like the tiny
frogs one rainy
day of
august

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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