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Poem by: walkingonfate

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Genre: Poetry

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Haven't written for a while. Hope you like it (:

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Haven't written for a while. Hope you like it (:

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Submitted: January 19, 2010

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Submitted: January 19, 2010

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I sit there, questioning, a running line of thought

I wonder how I can't grasp the thing I sought

It's there, I know, I can tell, it's just how?

How do I see it? Or can it be allowed?

How can I turn my back on everyone?

How canI become the else of someone?

How can one part become two?

How can I give everything to you?

The questions are there, but never voiced

My lips are dry butmy curiosity is moist

To take a chance, without looking back

It's caution I keep, but control I lack

So they spring to mind, once again

The thoughts surround me with pain

An aching. Myhurting heart

Make it stop. Cry. Make it start.

The first night I cried myself into a dream

The second I lay awake, so it seemed

The third, I don't even recall

Of thinking or doing anything at all

I suppose then I must conclude

That the ropes swing, like my mood

One moment I am consciously blue

The next I am red, in love with you

Then the questions, you know what they do

They taunt and haunt and flaunt you

Is it so easy to make up a name?

To make up a person, do it all over again?

Is it easy to lie, to get what you desire?

I've never tried, never will, i'm not a liar

I'm confused and I inside something's dying

You're bemused, though you see my crying

I'm not a person who looks for sympathy

Nor even, what they call empathy

In optimism, I assuredly believe

Though you could say, I am perhaps naive?

Innocent?Interesting?Ironically so?

I don't really suppose I know

What the real world holds

Love or life, my soul is sold

And so I question. And get no where.

Too much caution. Too much care.

I unwillingly breathe. But willingly live.

Why am I always the one, that has to give?


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