for fear you jeer,
in self-preservation, it's clear.
we bring ourselves so low,
sometimes, the moment gets cold.
sign of weakness,
we stretch, at our thinnest.
huddled in self-obsession,
truths hidden from confession.
for who we yearn,
yet we never could earn.
this day we part,
quite really, presents an art.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 8:37 AM UTC
for fear you jeer,
in self-preservation, it's clear.
we bring ourselves so low,
sometimes, the moment gets cold.
sign of weakness,
we stretch, at our thinnest.
huddled in self-obsession,
truths hidden from confession.
for who we yearn,
yet we never could earn.
this day we part,
quite really, presents an art.