Aug 10, 2006 20:51
I only want to feel
How I did that day
Looking into the meadow
Where the wind blows
Graciously and forgiving
Through my hair
A place where everything makes me cry
Because I could never be
This beautiful or pure
I hold onto innocence
Cleansing myself of all
The world has done wrong
The memories that sting
The people who taint
All the misery
Which has settled
Into the concrete
Which has scarred the earth
The metal
Which was made to destroy
If only I could be
A weeping willow tree
Growing strong in the sunlight
Swaying solemnly in the wind
For life would be simpler
More complete
Perhaps more meaningful
And peaceful
Less fearful and weak
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