Brittle
By atia
The days will pass byThe year'll draw to a closeAnd I shall choose to drift alongThe river that gently flowsTelling myself that I am comfortableThat maybe I belongKnowing all alongThat no matter how far I goI shall be kindly, very gently -displaced...Choosing to fight myselfLike I were a falling leafYet to touch the groundWanting maybe to fallBut at the last momentGetting carried away...Forgive me, but to whom do I apologize?To all that I have ever lovedOr all that I despiseWhy do I despise so much?It's as though I sit on a fenceWatching my feelings vacillateBetween right and wrong(or is it the other way round)..Please don't call myself faithlessLeast of all fakeI don't want to ask you to contain yourselfBut I don't want to break.. Written November 1st, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 07:57 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The days will pass byThe year'll draw to a closeAnd I shall choose to drift alongThe river that gently flowsTelling myself that I am comfortableThat maybe I belongKnowing all alongThat no matter how far I goI shall be kindly, very gently -displaced...Choosing to fight myselfLike I were a falling leafYet to touch the groundWanting maybe to fallBut at the last momentGetting carried away...Forgive me, but to whom do I apologize?To all that I have ever lovedOr all that I despiseWhy do I despise so much?It's as though I sit on a fenceWatching my feelings vacillateBetween right and wrong(or is it the other way round)..Please don't call myself faithlessLeast of all fakeI don't want to ask you to contain yourselfBut I don't want to break....."