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Sting
Dec 2, 2005 20:48:43 GMT -6
Post by Laura on Dec 2, 2005 20:48:43 GMT -6
my eyes are warm and stinging the crying doesn't prove I'm weak, just irritated I hope I make someone happy someday to make up for all of this. I hope I make someone smile someday so I can flash one back.
my arms can only wrap around myself there's no one else around it feels like it's getting colder in here without the rain, without the waterfall I clouded streaming downwards for me.
my heart only seems empty when it's put next to one that's full and all the pieces that are missing are holes where my blood falls out and swims into all the other valleys my body creates and it leaves me it leaves me fainted on the floor.
when can love stop? when does love quit upon someone so hopeless so clueless and desperation, what do they call it in one of us who does not know the meaning of trust and relation?
my soul breaks up like frosted glass and when it melts I can see the children smearing all my colours on to the wall am I graffiti now? maybe I will feel somehow if these colours of mine are my insides maybe I will feel when they touch me when their tiny hands press into me maybe it will just sting.
my eyes are warm and stinging but I can't see what light could bring this temperature down I don't see how love can piece this back together again.
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Sting
Apr 16, 2006 13:55:02 GMT -6
Post by Absinthe on Apr 16, 2006 13:55:02 GMT -6
"my eyes are warm and stinging the crying doesn't prove I'm weak,"
....Have to say, I love these lines. In my life, my father has instilled the idea that crying is weakness....strength is holding in emotion. The "crying doesn't prove I'm weak" is something I have said or thought so many times.
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