PRINCIPLES <br /> Feeling no pain except for the loss of deception, rejection and truth...my stance here seems trivial. <br /> Being laid down for months and years at a time. It covers me with dust; each particle suffocating me more. Each little piece of dust a symbol of how true i am. <br /> My pages packed with unwanted conviction and comfort so desperately needed. If I had legs, arms, or a mouth i would scream out, 'READ ME! ! ! ' Hear my truths, and listen ever so carefully to that still small voice reminding you of those carefree days as a child when ashamed was not a word. <br /> But no..here i lie, covered with particles of dust, each one suffocating me more and more with each passing day. <br /> Wearing my sacred pages. Even as i sit here being pushed farther and farther down on your list of priorities...i care...ever so much i care. I am always here...i will never leave. i am never-changing and true. and most important. I Love You.<br /><br />Calah Unknown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-63/
