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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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I resolve, the resolve, to resolve
Hopefully I can still wake up tomorrow! hehehe. Perhaps I still have wounds to heal, perhaps I have gaps to fill, emptiness to replenish, insecurities to sooth. Perhaps I am childish, I am a child, unable and unwilling. There are carrots, and there are sticks. There are gashes and there is antiseptic; stinging, tearing, crying. Perhaps I still want my mother's warm words, perhaps I am spoilt, perhaps I am neglected. I am my own to heal, I am my own to repair, I am my own to raise. I am a child, I am my mother, my father, my guardian angel. I am the piece to fill the gap. I am the hope to kill the hopelessness. I am the company to ease the loneliness. I am the carrot, I am the stick. I am the friend, the daughter, the sibling, the companion. I am, and no one else. Doesn't have to matter if no one waits for me to get up. I'll wait for myself. |