Friday, March 31, 2006

Afraid

Afraid of what the future will bring
afraid that love will again take hold
to the past that one of us may cling
to overcome it i have to be bold

spring is coming and summer is next
home i will fly and him i will face
talk we must and not with text
can i answer his questions with grace

can i explain and will he accept
that love isn't and wasn't enough
the tides of distance efficiently swept
the threads that held us, as light as fluff

active in scouts I still plan to be
though scouts is his inseperable brother
what will than become of me
can I have one and not the other.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

scar tissue

hearts get broken, hearts get healed
life goes on and nothings revealed
wounds will open, but they get scabed
someone comes along and give it a stab

rich and red the sea of blood
tears are shed, the world will flood
by and bye the tide will wane
hormones reabsorbed, the brain will reign

time will heal, time will forget
for some 'friends', that is a threat
listen not their words of subversion
they only serve to cause distraction

love doesn't fade, it changes form
and its not wrong, its just the norm
no one knows if it will revert
but do or don't, there will be hurt

to ask how he is, would be too rude
at this time, i should not intrude
i hope he heals and stop aching
but i cannot know, i never should

time will heal and healing needs time
to disrupt that process is a grevious crime
but i did, and i pay the price
my heart got caught on a workbench vise.

I want to be a ghost

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