Easily Pleased And At The Same Time Discontent
I am an enigma boiling in my own juice
Of confused red ripened heart
I think to myself in song-less rhymes
Unborn yet ageless in their need to be
And silently screaming, I shout down
Every faded gray wall within my soul
Until I fall into the newly broken day
There you are! I think. There you are!
And I reach forth
Tiny, outstretched fingers digging
Their way out of my being
To grasp the only thing that means anything
In this world to me
Or ever will:
The love I threw away
The love I still see shining on your face.
©by Voo
Jan 11, 2007
9:13 p.m.
face by Mark*
inspired by a line by Ebenezer Stone
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