The way she looks at me,
the sweet stare pulls me in. Traps
my voice as I try to push out the
feelings. They stick in my throat
gagging my thought process.
The first to see me. A
decade and a half of friendship
led to the feelings. The first chance
for more than I ever expected in over half
the time I have wasted on this planet.
Caring more than I ever would have,
a new me breaking away and running
away from the darkness of my past.
Running headlong into a brick wall.
Smashing my face, splattering my
thoughts against the cold bricks.
I spill my wrongs and rights, leaking from
the wounds sliced across my face.
Placing them on display like a
song stuck on repeat. The CD skips with
my past acts of stupidity.
They taught with their violent song.
Showing the disgrace of my past.
The violent times, the times of rail
after rail pulled into my nostrils.
She sees I have changed. She see me
but she says now is not the right time,
She exposes the real me, a new song
to sing, Shedding the old
skin and leaving the carcass against
the wall.
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Sometimes folks are there to shape us,...but not always there to stay or fulfill our desires...love the last image also.
On Wednesday September 19th, 2007, The Fool (1017) writes:
The ending made me smile, it was fast beat and I could see it displayed in my mind.. Its great when someone can pull you out and give you the freedom of the person you always could have been, but its much sweeter when its someone you care for...
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