Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Reaching (12/30/10)


Heart and soul are torn
Conspiracies are born
I'll miss you come the morn
Discrepancies forlorn

Miracles beyond my grasp
Silence broke by a gasp
My hands reach out to clasp
In my arms I find an asp

I reach to pull you closer still
As I gaze out over the sill
I reach to take another pill
Unable to finish the kill



The claws of loneliness dig in
Daggers sweeter than sin
Manacles made out of tin
The devil takes me for another spin

I stare into your sweet blue eyes
Wishing I could fall into the skies
I’ll mourn you when one of us dies
I’m sorry for all of the lies

Gather the shards in your palm
Be careful and try to stay calm
So close to going off like a bomb
How I wish we could go back to prom

I don’t know if you’ll read these words
If you’ll hate me or think me absurd
Instead of screaming, I’ll just stay unheard
Until the bell tolls and I’m gone like a bird

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