Sucess in my fingertips

December 6, 2008
By Ingrid Rodriguez, Bolingbrook, IL

My soul stares right into my racing heart
Searching for a clue, hopefully an answer
Then it slips entirely on the palm of my hand

Running away from time
Kissing failure on the lips
And yelling out goodbye

Making me want to breathe again
No more black tears
Throwing out my life
I’m leaving it all behind

My heart is lost, confused
But I am not afraid anymore
Only because my heart demands me to


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