Wednesday, August 22, 2007

1..2...3.....

It's a delicate balance here
Sometimes I can't find grace
It's not in my veins or muscles
Simply vanished, ran off with the wind
And you infuriate me suddenly
So suddenly that I can't prepare or regain control
Just shake in my skin until I've cooled enough to pass
Why do you do it?
Why do I care?
I wish I was a peacefull being at all times


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I can't take truth away from cause
But I can't be one to bring it about
I've contemplated and convinced
And am simply incapeable
So let it be blessed
Or let it be undone
But not by my doing.

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