As It Is

September 7, 2009

I lean out my window, into the breeze,
A whispering hope of what should not be.
And I wish to be my own person.

For I need to live a life of my own,
But that's overpowered by the world of unknown.
And the wind whirls out of control.

And it whispers me secrets I dare not repeat,
For they terrify me and make my heart beat.
Fast.
And fear I shall lose my grip.

For I live with the fear of what shall not come,
And the happiness that I have not won.
And my life tumble in on itself.

For I live with the fear (as evryone knows)
Of the life that i live and the pain I can't show.
And I jus wish I could end the lies.
I only wish I could end my life.


The author's comments:
Add the title to the very last line and you'll see I'm really not so messed up.

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on Jun. 26 2011 at 12:10 am
Warm_My_Heart GOLD, My City, Other
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Favorite Quote:
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
Leo F. Buscaglia

I feel the exact same way. I love your authors comment. It makes it sort of witty at the same time.


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