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We used to grow here
A sanctuary for our sacraments
We used to know here
A safety from our pain

We used to learn here
Insights from the Other Shore
We used to yearn here
Aching for more

We thought we could stay here
We thought we knew this place
We thought we were safe here
We thought that here we could find space

We lost the fire here
That used to light our day
We lost desire here and
Sought another way

We lost traditions
And friends we used to love
We lost a comfort
That used to be enough

We found a new path
Unfolding up ahead
We found a new place
To rest our weary head

We found a center
From which to radiate
We found a new way
Our thirst to satiate

We looked behind us and
Saw where we have come
We saw with each step
We never left our home

We journey on, yes, and
Maybe change our stance
We never leave, though, our
Home -- this endless dance
I want someone to comfort me.
But i want to drive people away.
I want someone to hug me and tell me everything is going to be fine.
But I hate it when someone does it to me.
I always said to myself,"pull your **** together ****"
I end up opening my own scars.
Its me,its my fault.
I ruin everything.
Everything fragile,I broke.
Never again will it be the same.
I hate myself for craving for the attention not necessary.
Also,i hate myself for never being good enough.
I know i don't have to be.
But things are easier said than done.
Its always been me who gets to give the last part of my heart.
But never gets to taste what it is to be truly happy.
People are so loved.
I stand isolated in that very corner.
Looking at that very moment.
Seeing the spark,
the light
the ignited passion to love someone.
Who come?
I look everywhere to find my happiness
But I know it isn't anywhere
Its within me.
Somewhere waiting to be triggered.
What if no one comes?
No one ignites me.
Will I ever?
I'm too tired to do anything.
I want to disappear.
No one won't notice.
I know I am loved.
I forget.
I get the feeling that I ruin stuff so precious
I'm not and never will be good enough.
Oh, little blind girl
who I used to be,
tell me now
what is it that I see?

Oh, little blind girl
so little and so bright
why did you leave me
without a single fight?

Oh, little blind girl
why has it been so long,
since you've decided
to write another song?

Oh, little blind girl
what is it that I've done,
to make you hide
why did you run?

Oh, little blind girl
who can now see
where are you at
inside of me?
 Oct 2014 Flightless Angel
Pax

In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.

I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….

You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.


© Pax
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