We hate each other
Only because we cant seem to understand
We're speaking different languages.
Your nails bite the skin across my face.
My palm reaches out.
Swing and a miss.
But yours connects.
And they say we don't try
To interact
But we're on opposing sides
Gunpowder
Flame
Scratching and biting to the surface
An explosion of heartbreak and abandonment
In an effort to escape.
Its sad
But we can't seem to understand
We're just the same reflection born two different moments in time.
Copyright 2011 Monica Figueroa
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
We hate each other
Only because we cant seem to understand
We're speaking different languages.
Your nails bite the skin across my face.
My palm reaches out.
Swing and a miss.
But yours connects.
And they say we don't try
To interact
But we're on opposing sides
Gunpowder
Flame
Scratching and biting to the surface
An explosion of heartbreak and abandonment
In an effort to escape.
Its sad
But we can't seem to understand
We're just the same reflection born two different moments in time.
Copyright 2011 Monica Figueroa
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