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September 1, 2014 / austreberto

the young writer

the young writer

 

when he first learned to speak with his heart

his manhood was questioned

because boys were to be boys

and nothing more

so he stopped speaking so openly with the love poems that were inspired by women he had yet to meet

when really

he was only practicing his words

perfecting his form for when he met the right one

who spoke the same dialect of anxious babbles

disappearing low self esteem

and a stubborn heart that would never quit loving him

and never questioned

because his words were true

or as true as could be

covered in imperfections

in his shaken voice

whenever he read them to her

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