That It Matters

Not that it matters.
Slides off the tongue,
From deep in the hidden,
Where you notice wrong.
Shame is the culprit,
Given into.
Straight from its pulpit,
Pointed at you.
It does matter.
The heart breaks, dies.
Each time it is stroked with,
One of the biggest lies.
You are of all,,
Importance, to someone,
Each time you share, you're
Vulnerable, and then some.
Matter, you do,
to me as you're written,
You are the heart,
Of my world, I am smitten.

Raine Les 4/10/2008

Another nice one

Beautiful

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Nice...

You amaze me with your words. Very talented.