Saturday, December 06, 2008
retrospective
I dont know what to tell you
I turn my back but after every corner I feel you there
I fall back into your gaze again and again but
I tell myself I'm in control, I'm on top, I own it
but then you call and I miss you
always there, but just out of reach of who I am
such history you keep
in the cluttered drawers of your heart
dusty photos, a wilted flower chain
the broken promises were too much to bear and
I wonder if its ever really different
I'm done with tears now, they've graced my cheeks a thousand times
And I'm stronger now, and weaker too
and I wonder which of these I've taken from you
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These are very good. Insightful and full of feeling. :) Keep writing!!
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