Thursday, June 17, 2010

The words are yours, the meaning mine.

Who the hell is the poet to tell me what it means?
She lost the meaning the moment I read the words.
The words are hers, the meaning - mine.
The meaning is mine until they read them.
After that, the only the words I wrote are mine,
I have lost the meaning too.
That is the cost of expression.

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