"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Stutters and Wrongs

The walls are closing in.

Left, right
I hear the echos of the cries
I hear the tears of joy and pain
I hear the empty, hollow thoughts.

Above, below
I feel the conflict in the eyes
I feel the terror felt in vain
I feel the time so often sought.

Around, within
I see the truth one so denies
I see the loss in battle's gain
I see the lies that had been bought.

Left--right
Above--below
Around--within
The walls are closing in.
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