Every childhood slogan

drilled into our skulls

left room for incompletion

and rebellion of our tongues

Be kind dearest neighbor

They said

treat them as you would yourself...

When my heart was diced in pieces

behind a protective shell

feelings weren't spared for any...

money chasing fame

dreaming dreams involving pain

with actions summing up

to techno-lingo-logical

the only words heard spoken

are implications under jokes

half phrased and cut short

Well i'm not waiting here for you

to decide what you want to do.

moving on but staying true

loving me a bit more then you

you see

I'd reach my hand in your direction

stare my longing in your eyes.

now I'm staring in the mirror....

vulnerable

free

no disguise is holding me

knowing whats underneath

deserves more

and finally

we can

release.... receive.... resurface