Too Personal

i cannot be too personal

'cause it ain't going to make much sense

throwing words around the place

and sitting on the fence

trying hard to mean too much

when i talk to you

veiled, protected, and dangerous

the lid is closed tight

a velvet lined jeweled box

with hard metal sides

holds the secrets sharp and clean

like the edges of a blade

designed to pierce the hardest heart

i knew i'd got it made

children walking hand in hand

that were never meant to be

through an empty shopping street

out in the a to z

and history catches up with us

and punches me in the face

stunned with a bleeding nose

an antenna, a mast of pain

takes me aside and i receive

a small gift of knowledge

i'm still trying to understand