there are red signs with this emblazoned on them on the freeway in my state....sometimes the wrong direction can be enticing....this was about a couple of guys who i cared about, even when i knew i shouldn't have
Seeing as you persist
In wrenching my ideas,
Could you give me a warning sign
Before my integrity is shredded?
With my heart on my sleeve,
Could you give me a moment
To catch my breath back
before you wind me one more time?
I don't know where your sources came from,
But it seems you enjoy
setting fire to the building
By forcing the vehicle in
You had no right
To rip down the door
And leave the entrance wide open,
With two welcome mats to wipe another's feet on
So I should be shortening, should I?
If I escape, I won't come back.
Why is there always the contrast
That makes decision easy to resist?
Cygnets do not attack sharklings.
Our cross-breed of barrack.
I don't want to listen to you.
I can't even look in your eyes.
Does the clinker theory work?
One affirmed, and the other inevitable
When I started out with good intentions,
I didn't expect to feel the way I have.
It's always the way, isn't it?
You never succeed in having your needs met,
Yet you have to discard of what you do get.
Promises are never fulfilled.
I love you, yet I could always
Turn back, and give you what you deserve
Yet it seems you don't want what I can give,
And you linger on.
This route is closed for maintenance.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-10-03 at 10:18
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Wrong Way, Turn Back
Seeing as you persist
In wrenching my ideas,
Could you give me a warning sign
Before my integrity is shredded?
With my heart on my sleeve,
Could you give me a moment
To catch my breath back
before you wind me one more time?
I don't know where your sources came from,
But it seems you enjoy
setting fire to the building
By forcing the vehicle in
You had no right
To rip down the door
And leave the entrance wide open,
With two welcome mats to wipe another's feet on
So I should be shortening, should I?
If I escape, I won't come back.
Why is there always the contrast
That makes decision easy to resist?
Cygnets do not attack sharklings.
Our cross-breed of barrack.
I don't want to listen to you.
I can't even look in your eyes.
Does the clinker theory work?
One affirmed, and the other inevitable
When I started out with good intentions,
I didn't expect to feel the way I have.
It's always the way, isn't it?
You never succeed in having your needs met,
Yet you have to discard of what you do get.
Promises are never fulfilled.
I love you, yet I could always
Turn back, and give you what you deserve
Yet it seems you don't want what I can give,
And you linger on.
This route is closed for maintenance.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 587 times
Written on 2006-10-03 at 10:18
Tags Love  Limits 
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