The Light That Leads
Bringing up to scratch the tenderness that went away. If bitterness was the key then it is something I have lost. I can't bring back the terms of luck I lost once before. Hanging onto a ten year nightmare that's not the beginning nor the end. If in time, I regain. If in time, if in time. The feelings remain the same. Only ambivalence remains.
Where is the light that leads? It went out!
Tearing apart the ends of what was. The notebooks of teenage pain won't go away. It would have been fun if there were no feelings involved. Too many bruised feelings. The alter egos of imaginary figures. Many of whom we don't believe in. Too guilty in the scheme of things when she was too eager. Or was it misplaced cynicism cloaked in paranoid tension? I've forgot the effects of feeling once again.
Where is the light that leads? It went out!
I don't believe in you. And it's hard to move on when you're still here.
Where is the light that leads? It went out!
Tearing apart the ends of what was. The notebooks of teenage pain won't go away. It would have been fun if there were no feelings involved. Too many bruised feelings. The alter egos of imaginary figures. Many of whom we don't believe in. Too guilty in the scheme of things when she was too eager. Or was it misplaced cynicism cloaked in paranoid tension? I've forgot the effects of feeling once again.
Where is the light that leads? It went out!
I don't believe in you. And it's hard to move on when you're still here.
posted by Plastic Retriever at 11:57 am
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