an exploration of a topic I explored extensively in the past, and am bringing up again. I hesitate to post it, as it feels more like a first draft, and unfinished
too many things to keep an eye on
and you come here asking me for love?
I no longer fear you
nor have I ever hated you
Forgiveness you asked me too many times
when I was too young to know what it meant
but you always had it
"Why?" you ask yourself repeatedly. Tearing through the internet trying to
find me
find an answer
There is no answer
no argument you can address
no way to fix this
I am forever your daughter
and you my father
but that can never be our relationship
I am too needing of what I could never get from you, too sensitive to you
and you too needing of the love I can never open myself to give you, too manipulative to give without wanting
So where does this leave us?
Fellow intellectuals
sharing the same genetics
I stare at that envelope.. a gift is never merely a gift.. it has words, concepts, emotions attached to it
and it all matters too much to dare to make a decision about
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-08-08 at 09:30
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My heart and my life has grown complextoo many things to keep an eye on
and you come here asking me for love?
I no longer fear you
nor have I ever hated you
Forgiveness you asked me too many times
when I was too young to know what it meant
but you always had it
"Why?" you ask yourself repeatedly. Tearing through the internet trying to
find me
find an answer
There is no answer
no argument you can address
no way to fix this
I am forever your daughter
and you my father
but that can never be our relationship
I am too needing of what I could never get from you, too sensitive to you
and you too needing of the love I can never open myself to give you, too manipulative to give without wanting
So where does this leave us?
Fellow intellectuals
sharing the same genetics
I stare at that envelope.. a gift is never merely a gift.. it has words, concepts, emotions attached to it
and it all matters too much to dare to make a decision about
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 427 times
Written on 2011-08-08 at 09:30
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