Of past heartbreaks and skeleton bones..
Can you hear me?
Running through the barren trees
I swear I hear the roaring seas and feel...
You can't hear me.
As I tell you of my dreadful dreams,
Selfish times and lonely things I feel...
Will you listen?
Every inch of every day that overtakes me
Hoping for something it's not
Reaching out for anything
Hurting with each dangerous thought.
The desolate area in which I may escape
Comes with whispers of weakness I can not erase.
I wonder the corridors that I have a made...
To feel the beauty of feeling safe.
And though it seems like a labrynth I walk
I follow the catacombs to where they drop
And find the beauty I had longed to see
Staring right in front of me.
And she whispered. "I hear you."
~~grb 2011 (revision of the original done 7/22/2007~~)
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