The mime of you

November 1, 2010
By Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."- Emily Dickinson

I have a confession to make
For my soul’s sake
Sometimes I crawl inside you
I hibernate in your head
I live vicariously through you
Because I myself am dead
In rising self doubt I tread

Standing on the brink of action
I Merely observe
The life you live to lead
Such a daunting task indeed
So Through your many successes
I succeed
Through your gory heartbreak
I bleed
Through your adventure
I am freed

Is a good way to avoid
Living my own life
Living my own grief
Living my own strife

I severe the connection
Between body and mind
With a knife
I leave my body vacant
So my mind can pursue
The vitality you exhibit
In all that you do

In growing through you
I step in synch with a shadow
Like most cowards tend to
Upon discovering
That one body
Can accommodate two.

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