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emotion in motion, I reach for stoicism as my only solution. But woe is the salary of the passionate, for she attepmps to supress that over which she lacks controll. Perhaps her passion is nothing more than weakness of the soul. But no matter-- weak though she may be, she must triumph over emoition this time--for the sake of another if not for herself.
green tenticles of envy bind me, an insect in her poisionous light i am captive with the rest. Still I cannot give up my thus far futile attempt to generate a light of my own....
overshadowed and overlooked. dragging behind me my burden of guilt like a cripple drags a dead leg... and when the ants come I will be devoured because I could not limp away fast enough. but not her. she will be carried.
and i would carry her if I could.... but what good can a cripple do? I am the burden, and eventually, like all burdens, will be abandoned. Love never rests, and just as the sun always seeks the west, everything I love will always be leaving...
And I can offer nothing to intice them into staying, to talk them away from straying, and so alone I shall remain.
I tried to tell him last night... he sensed what was comming and fled. Not that I can blame him. He loves her like the rest. I will always be settled for, never selected.
and then there is the one who chose me....
his love a heavy blanket on a hot summer day, i push him away....
i've got amazing love just cradled in my hands.... but it's just like me not to understand.
so I walk alone. Self inposed solitude, by the lonliest girl I know. Lonly is no longer just a word, but a face that I have known, a face I met in the mirror and now call my own.
green tenticles of envy bind me, an insect in her poisionous light i am captive with the rest. Still I cannot give up my thus far futile attempt to generate a light of my own....
overshadowed and overlooked. dragging behind me my burden of guilt like a cripple drags a dead leg... and when the ants come I will be devoured because I could not limp away fast enough. but not her. she will be carried.
and i would carry her if I could.... but what good can a cripple do? I am the burden, and eventually, like all burdens, will be abandoned. Love never rests, and just as the sun always seeks the west, everything I love will always be leaving...
And I can offer nothing to intice them into staying, to talk them away from straying, and so alone I shall remain.
I tried to tell him last night... he sensed what was comming and fled. Not that I can blame him. He loves her like the rest. I will always be settled for, never selected.
and then there is the one who chose me....
his love a heavy blanket on a hot summer day, i push him away....
i've got amazing love just cradled in my hands.... but it's just like me not to understand.
so I walk alone. Self inposed solitude, by the lonliest girl I know. Lonly is no longer just a word, but a face that I have known, a face I met in the mirror and now call my own.