The View From The Backseat

June 30, 2010
By AlexTraxinger PLATINUM, Fort Worth, Texas
AlexTraxinger PLATINUM, Fort Worth, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.


There is a blue seeping from your skin
The trees have leaves
In your eyes, I see them falling again
And I search for the stars
That used to hide behind the cobwebs
But today's end has left its mark

The heaven's above stare down
A gaze filled to the brim with disappointment
I ask you to lead the way
Knowing deep down that you are not okay

I will crawl to the end of the earth
For you
Forever I will search
For you
I need to find who you really are
Because I feel like I have lost you

You hold me close
But sometimes I feel like it's not you
Who is touching me with that blue
You say some things
But sometimes I feel like it just isn't you
Saying the things that you do

My only one, my one and only
I feel like I am watching you drown
Watching you die deep inside, ever so slowly
Like little insects are gnawing at your bones
Like maybe I should just leave you alone
But I can't trust enough to believe
That you won't let me go

I will crawl to the end of the earth
Footprints filling with crimson
Forever I will search
Eyes opening ever wider
I need to find who you really are
Because I feel like I have lost you
And I don't mean to bury the dead

Deceit is smeared across liars' lips
Green bruised into lusters' hips
Red fingerprints trailed down your chest
And a dozen track marks desecrating my heart
Love and sincerity being picked apart
But it is forgotten, asleep in the backseat of racing cars


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Felicia GOLD said...
on Jul. 24 2010 at 3:38 pm
Felicia GOLD, Chandler, Arizona
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i like the way you describe it as the end of the earth and refer back to it with the insects and other things that go along with the earth.

its a long poem but not once did i lose interest





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