Trace after a vanished something
How could it be that you act that way,like you know me or want me to stay.
Let me know who you are, tell me about you,
Tell me about your past and possible future, what do you like to do?
Talk to me and let me in,
let me see it all, the true, the sins.
Let me tell you everything about me,
without you ever judging what you hear or see.
It might sound silly from a whore,
but give me time to make a heart out of this core.
Just some time to think and figure out if it's for real,
a broken heart just needs some time to heal.
You don't know but I could tell you,
but you wouldn't know what to do.
It's more then it seems and more then it should be,
and I don't trust you enough to let you see.
Again the shit about the time I obsesse about,
but I don't want all the other shit with doubt.
Anyhow if you're still here when I'm here too,
maybe... just.. if you're not I don't know what I'll do.
This is me, if you like what you see,
I could give it all to you, just be there tomorrow too.
Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-09-05 at 21:48
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