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Something Is Still Scaring You

Unable to turn back, early morning finds me here again,
The clocks still ticking with hands of the mannequin.

Where winter sets in her lonely cold
And frozen blue lips leave a story untold.

And I closed my eyes but still fell to pieces
At the words of the monster as he preaches

With nothing left I ran away inside
From all I loved, but they had lied.

There could've been a way to get though his hate
But too soon it seems you would be too late

I took to drying those perfect tears
Dishonest with myself, I marry my fears.

Yet I could not force my heart to beat away from you
but something, my love, is still there scaring you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Culverhouse Avatar
December 13, 2010 at 6:15 PM
enjoyed reading your work....stop by and check out my attempts at poetry... you are talented.
Mehta Avatar
December 13, 2010 at 5:19 AM
Nice thoughts you have penned on the sadness of isolation, Madison
Matthews Avatar
December 13, 2010 at 3:56 AM
very well written ..... the passionate embrace of sadness is evident here, your lines are touching, and the mood you set .... darkening, i love this kind of prose. thanks you for this. wishing you well in all that you do .... Ryland
Loving Iii Avatar
December 13, 2010 at 3:22 AM
i loved the comunication in this. it was so very well told. and made so very artful. there is a beauty in the sad truth and you have expressed it well here. John Henry Loving III
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