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Dec 2010
I don't need another perfect lie,
Or another boy that makes me feel "alive,"
So convincing and so delicate
These walls I built on will fall.

Not a bandage; I'm still a wound.
I wont cover up my scars for you.
I don't need a pacifier or a pain killer,
Just a moment to quiet my mind.

I don't want to wrap myself up in a bow,
And force a smile for everyone I know.
Because I lie to everyone about something,
And I just want to tell the truth.

I've got secrets (but who doesn't?), that someday, I'd like to tell.
And to be honest, I no longer care if I'm destined for heaven or hell.
When I find you, every night, I'll fall asleep wrapped in your arms.
And I'll tell you all my stories as you trace all of my scars.

And I think that he should love me.
He should think that I am lovely.
Not just a game to play and conquer,
But a heart that he should win.

And I need a man who sees me,
Not a man who only needs me.
I don't want a false sense of security,
Just a place to rest my head.

I don't want to decorate my disposition
Or open up to one that doesn't listen
Because I lie to everyone about something,
And I just want to tell the truth.

I've got secrets (but who doesn't?), that someday, I'd like to tell.
And to be honest, I no longer care if he's destined for heaven or hell.
When I find him, every night, I'll fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
And I'll tell him all my stories as he traces all my scars.
© Nov. 30th, 2010 Moriah Jean

For Andrew Mikowski - He's the one who made me realize this, just by being there.

This is actually a pong. Not a poem. A pong is a poem and a song, or in other words, lyrics. I don't really write melodies, but occasionally, I write poems that are meant to be put to music, so I call them pongs. Anyways, This is my first one in years. But Andrew has been quite the inspiration. Hope you like it!
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