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It’s like peeling back the curtains It’s like dusting off an old trophy It’s like opening a sealed trunk You’re pulling at the very fabric of my existence And I like being discovered Especially by you And then I wonder if it is meant to be If you’ll like me when that’s all there is The curtains drawn No mystery No suspense Just Plain Unchanging Old All my secrets told Nothing else to see Plain Old Me And I can’t allow that So I shut up Like slamming close a book Like a rubber band snapping in place To back before When you didn’t know me When you didn’t care to know me When I couldn’t get hurt Safe in dull ignorance A door- less enclosed space And windows to taunt Force me to see what could have been Trapped in my own security Willingly enchained And yet longing for what I gave up Trapped in an internal circle of misery Is that what love is? A choice between two awful extremes Forced to pick my poison And somehow through all the heartbreaks and heartaches I choose love every time
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
The Dilemma
It’s like peeling back the curtains It’s like dusting off an old trophy It’s like opening a sealed trunk You’re pulling at the very fabric of my existence And I like being discovered Especially by you And then I wonder if it is meant to be If you’ll like me when that’s all there is The curtains drawn No mystery No suspense Just Plain Unchanging Old All my secrets told Nothing else to see Plain Old Me And I can’t allow that So I shut up Like slamming close a book Like a rubber band snapping in place To back before When you didn’t know me When you didn’t care to know me When I couldn’t get hurt Safe in dull ignorance A door- less enclosed space And windows to taunt Force me to see what could have been Trapped in my own security Willingly enchained And yet longing for what I gave up Trapped in an internal circle of misery Is that what love is? A choice between two awful extremes Forced to pick my poison And somehow through all the heartbreaks and heartaches I choose love every time
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
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