Eddie
Voice-
soft and gentle; hard and raging
He sings
It feeds my soul.
Words-
nothing held back, no apologies.
He writes
Gives it back to us.
Movement-
erratic, filled with his emotion
He moves
Guided by his song.
Mari
She talks to me every night.
we rarely have fights,
but when we do they're big ones,
but they always come out right.
She says our friendship's too strong
to break from just a word
I may never see her,
although her voice I've heard.
She's so far away from me,
but when we talk I feel close.
Sometimes it's friends we can't see
who mean the most.
Punishment?
Another lash from the whip of rejection
another who said no
not pretty enough, not perfect enough
unworthy of me
it's not you i cry over
don't think to be so vain
the likes of you is not enough
to break me down this way
i've been beaten so many times
what am i being punished for?
an unknown sin?
Love?
The Lie
Living the lie
without the courage
to admit my feelings
No one knows
how i feel
who i love
my beliefs
Could they handle it?
the unfortunate answer...
no.
This is why I live the lie.