The mysteries of me, unwrapping carefully for the world to see. Save your song and dance; give only simple truth and honesty. Pay no attention to the words dripping echos from my lips, spinning cotton candy wisps effortlessly. Catch yourself holding on momentarily to the delicious exctasy. Close your eyes. Don't look my way as I'm thrust through the currents, carried away into reality. Dusty benches where lovers played their games, paths that bear no sign of tread, all rusting from the rains of my tears. Spring arrives to bear her mark of beauty, but I remain lifeless.
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2 comments:
Sometimes it's good to get back to basics.
Getting back to the roots... loosing yourself is good because now you can find yourself again...
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