Being confused and realizing that you want something you were raised with disgust of.

 

Why stop and think when I’m already here?

Moving my hand quickly away,

This isn’t fair.

 

She smirks at me,

Knowing I’m defeated,

Loving this fucked up plane of existence.

She knows that I’m not quite sure,

And takes my hand in hers.

 

The softest thing I’ve touched,

Is what I never wanted.

But now I’m here,

With all of my contradictions

And yearnings.

 

She swears it’ll be okay,

As she closes her eyes

And places her lips on mine.

 

And now I’m lost,

My decisions all become fogged,

As I realize that,

I want her too.


Submitted: December 21, 2006

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In The Hands Of

Okay, I take back what I said in that message,,,THIS one is my favorite.

Mon, January 8th, 2007 1:46pm

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Thanks I'm glad you like it so much.

Mon, January 8th, 2007 6:21am

wolffe

A good read, like the verses that are based on the narrative side. lively mood in this.

Tue, April 22nd, 2008 6:59pm

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Thank you.
I'm glad it was viewed as lively.

Fri, April 25th, 2008 9:00pm

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