Gone
By Rainbowriter
The boys chase me down. (And that's just what they are, boys.) Is it my right to be hunted? My feelings for the one I trurly love Are overflowing from my cup. But the ones that do not know Are the ones who created me. They lurk in the shadows on the walls That I built around myself. I'm just trying to find a place where we belong. But all the while, I can't stop feeling like a novelty item. To some a taboo; a dirty magazine kept in the old shoebox under the bed. My love, no one has to know. Give me your absence tonight. Let me drown in the silence that echoes inside. For there is no kind of love, But ours that could make this alright. You take the shade from my canvas and leave me the white. I suddenly feel like a different person. But as I run my hand over a strange inversion, A vacancy that just doesn't belong, the darkness turns into dawn... And your gone. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 07:43 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"The boys chase me down...."