The Denially Broken/Truthful

by 19Rusty   Sep 16, 2007


Keeping first person out, marking as if
everyone knows, and using no indication
that she feels this way, for stories go on longer
sound better, and end happier, but would
you like it this way.

Just read thousands of words, and am making
myself see, things that will appear as wanting them
to be, doing things to keep active, in the ways
to keep going and keep alive in my sanity.

Look at me now through walls, faces and
how do you feel, that window
we all look through won't always appeal,
the ground is at it is, give me all you have grown on,
and tell me things that will make me cry, you'll have me
hanging on longer, or for as long as you fake a smile.

Even though the blood may be running, the stride away
that is taken, it can't be taken away, for the very thing
that isn't believable at this time won't leave my
legs, if nothing was advanced then we wouldn't have,
but here is my body still alive,
something must have gone right.

Verses are used just to show people caring is not the
whole part, love is, but more for understand, how
life is broken, but how once it was shaped to
the flow of the leaves, adapted to the heart of the
corners of insight, and slept inside the final dream
of the flash that involved you in my life.

Quiting means stopping, and from what is told
that isn't the way of means, and if there were means
for it, then hiding to abolish, the very hope that walked
into my mind would have to be doubled, and sing the
same words into my eyes, for nothing could be overpowered
to push out everything that is now known, with so many
ways to leave in a way that is clearer, for as long
as there is feeling, I will always be the one to let you know.

I once could describe my life in half a dozen lines,
have dreams of a future that went on forever,
and smiled without being told to, now all I got to do,
is find out how to I go on living if I can't even force
myself to fall in love again without having your face
be on every girl who, walks and talks, speaks anything,
your the blissful horror that I'd let kill me, the very thing
I let every secret go to, so I'll let it go on, for now I
wake with peace for everything involves you.

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