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I am in a good place but I wasn't always, this is the place I escaped.

Submitted:Sep 12, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The True Dream


Take away my devil-may-care grin,

Ignore my witty comeback to every event,

You'll see nothing but chagrin,

No amount of wit slows my descent

Pull pen and paper out of my hands,

Never to write a story or poem until the end of days,

You'll see the pain I pretend to withstand,

How writing was always the convenient delay

Sometimes I wonder what do you see,

When I speak what do you hear,

That I'm not appealing, I'm just me

That I'm a good friend because I use my ears

So maybe that's all I'll ever live up to,

A friend, a listener but never a lover,

That my number is one but will never be two,

That when you leave with a smile I'm still a loser

You make me wish I could be more,

To clean my act instead of being a mess,

To know maybe I'm worth living for,

Instead of just being the East as to the West

So I walk this path alone as usual,

Is someone there that will see the truth,

That although I may always seem casual,

I'm so scared I might chatter a tooth,

My masquerade is paper thin,

Please help me prove myself wrong,

Convince me I stand a chance to win,

To meet a girl that makes me want to write a song

So what I want, what I truly desire,

To fall in love and be loved by you,

That you may love me and lift me higher,

That I might speak the words I love you too





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