Pillow talk remembered!!!
What we are made of!!!
3 o'clock in the morning,
All we can do is stare,
After all we have and will done,
We have nothing to do but,
Look at each other,
With happy and intriguing eyes,
And then the question comes?,
"Will you ever let some one in?",
I can't seem to answer so quickly,
No wit, no style and no sense of reaction,
But these eyes won't let anyone escape,
The linger and waiting for an answer,
We all have wounds and bruises,
And like scars and clots,
We protect ourselves and say,
"We will never be like that, again",
Healing turns to cold heat,
And a rock-hard skin,
But a gentle snowflake falls,
And once it touches the wall,
It all crumbles,
Not only by the snowflake,
But the ever burning of a heart,
That wants to try again,
But only supresses by a prison created,
By the mind, I guess,
You don't want to lose what you've created, for fear,
And you don't want to lose what you have found, for fear,
Of caution, because need and want never truly get along,
Even though they stick together like cheap tape,
A creation of a self,
Is experience mixed with teaching mixed with admiration,
We don't think of the choices made,
But with these, we mold who we will be,
Change is truly a fighting embrace,
The clash of two movements trying to co-exist,
Like everything else in the world,
Everything is a mystery until you choose to seek,
And don't take defeat as an answer,
Things move when you stand,
Faster when you walk,
And too fast when you run,
It's all up to you,
It was probably too much for her,
'Cause she fell asleep, at last,
But I knew in her dreams,
She knew she broke through the wall,
And her snowflake touch,
Found my wounded and bruised heart,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 05:18
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