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Christine Hunter Mar 2012
Release me from this confusion


I want to take a step back
Observe Myself
Take a look
at what I have done

I don't want to end it
then come crawling
I don't want to lose
what I have here and now
but I want to see

Is he better?
Nicer?
Will he respect my space?
Can he trust me?
Can I trust him?

If it happens
Or He finds out
what I'm thinking
will he ever
trust me again

I love you
Both
Forever
Christine Hunter Mar 2012
The night holds a thousand eyes
The day shows it's only one
The night sky presents a thousand stars
The day delights the everlasting sun

The Damsel rich
The Maiden poor
The night is young
The daylight sore

The Two Dead Boys
Alive again
Forgotten the wisdom
The big brawl brought

The cycle it brings
Goes again and again
for memories to come  
and the many that came
Christine Hunter Mar 2012
Light against the dark
Always seems a little bit lighter
Than it could ever shine alone

I could never shine
As much as I do
Against your contrast

Dark on the outside
Light within your soul
Radiating within the cracks

Darkness simply forgotten
In contrast of white
But slowly taking over
The less blind we become

The Moon would never be as beautiful
Without the sun.
Christine Hunter Mar 2012
Light against the dark
Always seems a little bit lighter
Than it could ever shine alone

I could never shine
As much as I do
Against your contrast

Dark on the outside
Light within your soul
Radiating within the cracks

Darkness simply forgotten
In contrast of white
But slowly taking over
The less blind we become

The Moon would never be as beautiful
Without the sun.
Christine Hunter Mar 2012
I am a paper of a people
A silhouette of a human
The memories of a soul

We are nothing put paper people
Living in paper towns
Having Paper fun
Living paper lives

Everything explained
Calculated
Elaborate
Created
Nothing goes unstudied

Everyone formed and fitted
to the 2D image of life

I am not a picture on a screen
Number on a form
Name on a list

I don't want to be one of you Paper people
Being good and bad as one expects
Knowing as little and as much as another
I am done being what you want

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