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| Friday, January 25, 2008 |
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learning to walk on broken glass
" ...and i'm not the one i used to know..."
still bleeding from the scars i gave myself
"...i'm not the one i used to show..."
i can face the world now
"...i'm not the one i used to think i am..."
and i can finally step out of my dreams
"...i'm not the one..."
even if i don't make sense
"...i'm not the one i used to hide..."
i speak without fear of the consequence
"...i'm not the same one..."
and my words no longer hide the truth
...i'm not ..." |
posted by Maharet @ 6:58 PM   |
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| Friday, January 11, 2008 |
| temporarily permanent things |
i'm not insane, they think they know,
they think i care, i think i don't.
floating through whatever dreams i have,
reaching out to something i still can't see,
but i try,
and soon enough, because i can,
i'll teach myself to fly.
writing words on the inside of my eyes,
so i can still read
when they decide it's time
to switch off the lights.
they build walls around their thoughts
but i am strong enough to eventually
break down the doors.
you run, screaming your fears to the sky,
and i think i'm tired
so i start another fire. |
| posted by Maharet @ 7:38 PM |
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