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My burdens have risen to become,illussioned behind this thought,
of what could have been.
Trailing me with a fear,
I have grown tired of consuming.
And I am,
finding myself familiar with thousands of little things,
Rather than dance,
I sing my song of secret,
in this place where you defeated,
any inspiration worthy of your attention.
Refusing me,
inspite of all sorts of invisible things,
that without you lay unawakened.
So that my reason for avoiding your eyes,
is because,
they catch my flaws.
Exposing the light,
and the way it shines...
is the same reason they will find,
that without you,
this idea I have of me would disappear.
With nothing left here for,
sustaining all toward which,
you will forever be blind.
Oblivious I'd rather keep you,
to all the other things,
which matter not in my life.
Without a promise from you,
that you will despise me when you are able,
and lie to me while,
reality forms itself before us.
I never pledged I'd be,
anything more than a child,
and it is not your place to mold me.
Accept all the things,
I will never live to be,
and embrace the things because of me,
you are lacking.
I will most likely always be,
nothing more than the darkness,
you are too afraid to see.
Poetry by Nikki
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Written on 2005-11-19 at 10:04
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