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Bellie-boo Jan 2014
The flame in your hand yet it didn't scar?
Big mistake was that you never noticed it burning a hole in you.

You thought you had power over me but from the truth you were very far.
You sat so tall  I couldn't tell you that you never owned me, how were you suppose to get a clue.

But as time ticked on the flame it grew to par,
with every demining word you spoke to me my anger grew too.
Anna Eaton Dec 2015
Diselent people,
do not cover your tracks,
they will follow you
I will find you
but don't fear, I will not hurt you,
I will make you feel regret for demining, another's sadness to shreds,
When shames shadow is upon you,
I will not feed off of the glory, that I may receive
I will just glow,
and lead the way for the ones that your pathetic, shadow of a soulful smirk has crossed
And while no one has come out from hiding to follow my purity,
I shall walk on
when you carry the weight of the joy you receive,
from killing mindless people that you consider worthless,
they will not stab you, but others who have touched the glow of me shall walk and carry wisp to wisp,
which is power,
but of a thoughtful, mind-persuading, convenience,
no more,
but bring the wrappings, of now wanders to destinations,
the real kind of destination, the one you earn, from no longer candy mountain, but real joy,
you don't have to pretend,
they don't have to look at your needy face,
dont beg for respect earn it, give it, understand it,
don't stare at it, you don't even deserve that,
I will leave not because I respect your face and eyes,
but because I cannot bring myself,
low enough to respect your character,
and I will not spend my time fixing something that breaks itself
I will not spend my time fixing what lies behind us,
I will not fix my shadow
It’s my past
I know it's there
don't tell me
we’ve all got one
at least I’ve learned to live with it

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