Cyclical consumption stops here, friend,
One second has opened these eyes,
to everything new, to constant change,
and since many could not give her the time of day,
I once met a lady.
She made this heart’s pulse fall
upon eyelids, as she slid in closer
to tell her secrets, burning words to lament
this unforgivably stained memory,
some use it for revenge ,
but others don’t have such luxury.
Fear of the Ultimate Rejection,
became self-absorbed just like everyone else,
just not as clever or witty.
Constantly referencing the outside,
determining if it will help me.
In total limbo zones nothing changes
too drastically, till it’s time to leave.
Am I Ready?
May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
Cyclical consumption stops here, friend,
One second has opened these eyes,
to everything new, to constant change,
and since many could not give her the time of day,
I once met a lady.
She made this heart’s pulse fall
upon eyelids, as she slid in closer
to tell her secrets, burning words to lament
this unforgivably stained memory,
some use it for revenge ,
but others don’t have such luxury.
Fear of the Ultimate Rejection,
became self-absorbed just like everyone else,
just not as clever or witty.
Constantly referencing the outside,
determining if it will help me.
In total limbo zones nothing changes
too drastically, till it’s time to leave.
Am I Ready?
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