07 March 2013


somewhere inside
past the numbing of the anger
she wonders how much she’ll have to give up
to find herself in all the chaos
loveless lovers circle the past
and the communion she now shares
was bought with the
death of another

she’s not foolish, she’s not ugly
wonder what she sees behind the glass
she is so much deeper than
she seems to know
flying high one day
he aches in her bones the next
my hand never reaches quite far enough
to pull her from the past
she’s not dragging herself out
just waiting for another knight
to give her the safety
she can’t give herself

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