It seems as if life
And going to hell
Is between me and myself
And all the plastered smiles
The hopeful epilogue
Was for me to die
And see light
But all I have is a bogus face
Here, see past the pain
And hear the actual beauty
Where pastures so green
Place themselves over my heart
I hold the belief
That this Love doesn't wilt
And no matter who treads in my shoes
I can be forgiven
12/16/2008
Melting Flower
Written by Unknown at 10:55 PM
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2 two cents' worth:
" and no matter who treads in my shoes "
i think that is just so complex
and beautiful and simple
and can be taken so many different ways
and sometimes i wonder if i should
put in what i think, because then
poems might be ruined.
oh, i make things about me again.
when i read that:
what i imagine is all the faces
that make up you, put on the same shoes
everyday and wear them down, patch them up
but no matter who
they can still be forgiven.
sorry
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