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Don’t knock on my heart today, the shadows have won and I can’t find my way to unlock the bolt and let you in to see, those vulnerabilities inside of me. Don’t dial my love this year, its meandering, lost; forever, I fear Wandering loose as it mocks my hurt soul, laughing in jest as it goes for a stroll. Don’t reach for my hand anymore, it remembers the pain of the skin that you tore Carefully scheming the timing just right; pretending to love as you sliced with the knife Don’t look in the depth of my eyes, I’m far too aggrieved to show what I hide You smile disavowing that things are all wrong; content to ignore and continue on. Don’t lie in my ears I plead, it’s been too many times and my trust won’t accede. A prevaricator’s psyche is one to abhor; my worlds upside-down, and the ceilings the floor. Don’t knock on my heart today, the distance of “us” is too far way, Priorities matter, you laid yours in line. “Congratulations” I cry, you achieve what you work for in time.
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
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Don’t knock on my heart today, the shadows have won and I can’t find my way to unlock the bolt and let you in to see, those vulnerabilities inside of me. Don’t dial my love this year, its meandering, lost; forever, I fear Wandering loose as it mocks my hurt soul, laughing in jest as it goes for a stroll. Don’t reach for my hand anymore, it remembers the pain of the skin that you tore Carefully scheming the timing just right; pretending to love as you sliced with the knife Don’t look in the depth of my eyes, I’m far too aggrieved to show what I hide You smile disavowing that things are all wrong; content to ignore and continue on. Don’t lie in my ears I plead, it’s been too many times and my trust won’t accede. A prevaricator’s psyche is one to abhor; my worlds upside-down, and the ceilings the floor. Don’t knock on my heart today, the distance of “us” is too far way, Priorities matter, you laid yours in line. “Congratulations” I cry, you achieve what you work for in time.
copyright LoriJean Vance 09/2010
lori-jean
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
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