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| "Kiss your head, don't say a thing. We'll live forever in books, Darling." |
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| Last Updated: March 11, 2003 |
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| So... I went on a little "writing hiatus", and I think I'm back on track now. Here you go. |
| "Sympathetic (and no anger in sight)" What you are: Radiating glory, Juvenile antics and impulsiveness, Suffering identity, Fading youth, Impending maturity, And within this, your turmoil, I bloom Though I never asked for the title I am the symbol of your fright, Your urgency to develop your life, Your stranglehold on who you might never have the chance to be again. You're scared, and I will still stand by your side Silent, unacknowledgable The cellophane, pseudo-heroine Take strength in me, Find me, Acknowledge ME. For I am unmoving And I promise to balance on this pedastool As long as I possibly can. Twist my pole, Spin me around, I promise to try and keep my footing I try to hold a strong stance You bring on the clouds and the wind That make my knees weaken, When I fall, please, just soften my blow An invisible, unnoticeable, cellophane pillow That's all I'll ask of you when that moment comes Don't give me any wings I don't deserve. I don't want to be another "falling angel" Just be there, invisible, on the ground, Waiting for my swan dive For I will be next to you, As much as I can, Till that day... |