…It’s Deja Vu, Isn’t it?
You’re on the other side of this wall, aren’t you?
It doesn’t matter how thick… it’s extent
I still feel your green eyes penetrating through
Weaving around double-crossing re-rod
Wondering, can they ever be bent?
Her quite prayer’s to God…
Have they already been spent?
I’m worn-out with all the trying
Trying to let me let you speak
Here I leave you stuck in poetry and pros
Writing on pages, Dear Diary…
then keeping you closed
It’s not effective, I know
I want to scream you out
I want for you
to believe your words can be heard
That you have that right to title your secrets
I just keep striking out
My voice is incredibly slurred!
I’m afraid I’m not brave
Shame – a title wave
Maybe it’s not always a blessing we survived?
Just maybe it would’ve been better to title a grave
Others judge what they see?
Yet, I’m the one living with she
There are places in this mind,
that I have never been able to find
That is where you lie, isn’t it?
In such pain confined
You’re trapped there, aren’t’ you?
You speak to me in dreams
Remind me in cold air pleas
You try to tell me in the energy
Under the full moon – it’s extreme
…It’s déjà vu, isn’t it ?
It’s hard to love myself
When I abandon such a small child
Keep her on a dusty dark shelf
On the other side of a wall, feeling reviled
There is no guarantee to know
if it’s safe to come out and breath?
I don’t know sweetie…
I honestly don’t know
And as I keep trying
You keep crying
If heaven’s been packed away
While we just keep dancing
in a homicidal ballet
*Dance in the dark, picture credit to – lown_c with flicker. Click on picture to see more of this talented work.~
The most perfect song that finishes the words I can’t find… a complete to this post … “baby ballerina, is hiding somewhere in the corner”…