Comments on self
It's only black and white and not a lot of each
That was when the dream took her prisoner
Forced to hide under the shadow of dissimulation
She stays on well travelled paths
Always making sure she doesn't develop patterns
Is it better to have words left unsaid
than to have words misunderstood?
This isn't description so much as disguise
Her heart says whatever; it will all find it's way in time.