Apr 06, 2010 3:13 PM GMT
I was over at Mom's and found stuff she'd saved from when I was young. Looking at old poetry I wrote back in high school was interesting. It gave
me insights into why I am the way I am...
" A steady flow of strength was
Pouring out from deep inside,
Because you'd found the weak spot in me
That I'd tried to hide.
I forced out from inside you,
The things you really couldn't see,
Sensitivity you never knew
And couldn't give to me.
Now the music plays itself,
The stars spin like a wheel,
Memory's a faded rose,
That I doubt was real.
Soon on wings of steel and fire,
You'll be back this way,
Both groping for reunion's smile,
With all new words to say.
It could be all just fantasy,
That makes this heart still burn....
...knowing when I shouldn't love;
A lesson I can't learn."
...OK I was 15. (oh, teh dramaz)