What is independence?
Is it just thinking for yourself?
Can you describe desire,
Or is that just as well.
I'm so afraid of what I want
And it's afraid with me.
Solemn vows are shattered.
Amend the life that be.
Broken things are beautiful.
Dreams are all a code.
Sometimes what you needed,
Contradicts the other wants.
Four eyes locked in place,
Bruised skin, lost lace.
No awkward silence,
The happy feeling;
We'll speak until it leaves us.
I miss it now,
just thinking,
That independence means alone.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
What is independence?
Is it just thinking for yourself?
Can you describe desire,
Or is that just as well.
I'm so afraid of what I want
And it's afraid with me.
Solemn vows are shattered.
Amend the life that be.
Broken things are beautiful.
Dreams are all a code.
Sometimes what you needed,
Contradicts the other wants.
Four eyes locked in place,
Bruised skin, lost lace.
No awkward silence,
The happy feeling;
We'll speak until it leaves us.
I miss it now,
just thinking,
That independence means alone.
An ode to MY 4th of July.
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