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Published: 2009-06-18 04:34:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 121; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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this lack of color is pulling me thini lack any sense of rhyme for i no longer sin
compromise in your eyes
i feel it, confused
yet the motivation to keep moving along...
it no longer ensues.
the flames lick at the bottom of the frying pan
sparks fly in the air ever so slightly
mimicking a metaphor to behold.
this once was something to be called,
a relationship.
what are we, i dream on accompanied by gray and gray
day by day, the question lingers.
i find no purpose.
the sun is at its peak and sunshine slowly beams past this hazy cloud cover.
the longer the silence, the longer the minute.
the longer you stare, the longer i hurt.
the longer the pain, the longer the arrival of hope.
when can i know we are still who we were?
i cannot. ever.
picking and pulling away at strings loosened on my coat's hem,
you find it harder to exist with such an abomination such as mine.
the stench of disgust is getting pretty lenient compared to having to talk to you.
my mirror is long and thin and i no longer rhyme.
where is this love everyone speaks of.
nowhere to be found.
just like the remnants of burnt egg at the frying pan, we've washed away.
left the fun and happy behind.
gurgle and glimmer, i burn at the stake.
pushed into the flames your skin starts to bake.
i find a slice of simplicity in the serenity of silence.
it comes once again.
the silence it burns but it feels.
i know it within me its strong.
like the blood pushing slowly, calmly through my veins
the silence it pushes into my brain.
i dont need to rhyme or love you.
i dont need it anymore.
the red brusing may come, but i shall heal.
i need not to make you happy.
i need not to cry or plea.
i need not to sigh or be sappy.
i need not to sign a decree.
here is my promise
to forever, remain unflawless
to forever claim free
that i am my own
and no one else's
words shall make me,
me.
