| SHADOWS |
| Shadows of expectations hanging over my head Visions of warmth and love clouding up my eyes The burden of animosity heavy on my heart Unaware that these things are tatoos on my heart Unremoveable and often unwanted by the "wise" Unfortunate desires of lust, Incredible feelings of lonliness, The crazy appetite for the sexier side of things, Wanting the sexier part of me to flourish, Drowning out the part of me that makes him say "All you can EVER be is my friend" It's love right? The sensuous part of my life, That only appeals to me. Some say that it is a good thing, But I think being beautiful, Wise, mature and oh-so-intelligent, to me is a deadly trap, So what now? What is the next foolish thing to do, say and way to act? I can't cry because some say that crying is for the weak, The sick ones who are dying inside. |
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