• For you,

    by  • September 2, 2010 • To You, Waxing Poetic, Yearning • 0 Comments

    Don’t do this to me.
    You have led me here.
    And locked me away.
    You know me.
    But do you know how I feel?
    No.
    And this is my fault.
    Coming back has reminded me.
    How much I wish you were here.
    Have you heard my tale?
    Do you know the story behind my scars?
    Do they make me ugly?
    Or human?
    Do I fear a judging eye?
    A sharp tongue?
    A piece of you I cannot see?
    I know the difference now.
    I love you.
    I have loved you.
    I am loving you.
    Do you know the story behind my scars?
    Do they make me ugly?
    Or human?

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