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April 3, 2011
She’s lying under the winter moon, looking to the light
Looking for answers and praying an angel, is coming to her tonight
The thunder is fire, to every bold extremity
She sings a careless lullaby, a do-it-yourself remedy
The power of the thought of solitude, when it illuminates this area
Fills her up and breaks her down, to outrage, panic and hysteria
Broken minds and broken souls, covalent bonds in biology
She wanted an explanation, didn’t need his apology
Dusk has long passed, and she is waiting still
She prays not to cry, but she knows that she will
She has questions to ask and nobody to answer
Like weights on a butterfly, or chains on a dancer
Hours gambled away, and here comes the night
Tortured artists painting rainbows, living life in black and white
Feelings were a sham, it was cold analysis from the start
It was broken, angry, piercing love; paralysis of the heart
She has tried to be okay before, but couldn’t find that shooting star
She was scared and she believed in him, cause that’s just who we are
With his smiles and her tears and the lights to remember
She packs up her things and goes out to feel November
She knows that people will judge her, but she decides not to mind them
If she can take a step towards freedom, if she can even find them
She will make them move themselves, to a place where they can see
That escaping crowds of violent whispers, is desperate beautiful vacancy
She used to be original, and fiercely independent
She’d make isolation productive, she had always been transcendent
Like a prey shied away, without an actual predator
She’d never turn against herself, now she’s her own competitor

Never second guessing, she would give him what he’d want
She would smile, knowing she’s lucky, and act so nonchalant
She had wasted strength, a cheetah taking an old trolley
Never thinking there was more to life, than lukewarm melancholy
She loved the light in his eyes, when he looked at her that night
She kind of hoped he’d hurt her, sort of prayed that they would fight
She kept thinking it would get better, in a circle with no conclusion
So desperate to feel something, multidimensional delusion
She believed we could be accepting, everyone find something to be
We can live to feel the energy, and just be thankful we are free
This change rings of the end, like demolition bells
And we have much more power now, than our premonition tells
When he finally comes home, he’ll see a note she left on the shelf
It says, ‘I loved you more than anything, because I forgot to love myself’

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Rtroutman said...
May 18, 2011 at 8:35 am
SO beautiful!  You have such a creative and sensitive mind. 
hpydpyslpy said...
May 18, 2011 at 12:29 am
nice job dudette ~ although i have to tell you, i kinda am really digging 'hey, grey'
May 16, 2011 at 10:55 pm



BoomMike2011 said...
May 16, 2011 at 7:36 pm
so proud of you, sis! great poem!!
ARIBARI replied...
May 16, 2011 at 9:17 pm
PeterNickJ said...
May 16, 2011 at 7:18 pm

WOW! This is a beautiful!

Thank you for posting it!

AllisonFlom replied...
May 16, 2011 at 7:26 pm
thank you so much! your feedback literally means the world to me :)
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