October 2, 2009
By s.nichole. PLATINUM, Ossian, Indiana
s.nichole. PLATINUM, Ossian, Indiana
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It’s almost impossible
To be decadent and right
It’s completely unfair
To have day in the night
I’m a little preserved
And guarded at best
Most times when I try
I’m an open book instead
Tragedy creates itself
In a world with no pain
I wait for the sunshine
Yet miss the sweet rain
I’ve learned to look up
At a sky with no stars
Because the beautiful night
Is like a heart with no scars
Although I haven’t been able
To accept and forget
I’ve learned to replace
My pain with regret
Life all around me
Lacks honesty and depth
Forever is deceiving
Like the promise of a breath
You wake up in the morning
Tragedy sings on your floor
Your eyes light up the room
Behind a broken door
I’ve never really found
A way to be at home
And whenever I’m beside you
I know I’m standing alone
I’m locked between so many walls
And I can barely breathe
There I just want someone
But you’re the only thing I need
The first time
That I ever turned around
I heard a voice with so much pain
And you hadn’t made a sound
Now when I think back
I’m grateful for my home
Because it’s the only time I realize
The voice was my own.

The author's comments:
Finding beauty in the breaking.

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