| The Heart Will Die As Well |
Today, the clouds are gray
like steel, like the rules
you gave for the game we play-
and I have not been touched yet
by the hate that they bring,
in fact - I find, that they
no longer mean a thing
to me... and I decide
to stand my ground, and I
abide by my own rules today.
Yesterday, I hated the way
you stopped to stare each time
you looked my way, and though
there isn't anything to say,
I find that I have left
parts of myself behind-
Though now I see that they
are simply parts of me
that I have never wanted.
I may not know everything-
but I know enough to realize
that this is not my rage
and this is not my empty stage-
indecision has carried me this far
though I still do not know
who you are... And the soapbox
stands empty - on display, so
there is no reason to stay...
This place is getting darker
every night, and every time
I hear the others fight -
I could wish that I had done
things differently, but I know,
this is the way that this
was meant to be...
Morning comes, and my hate
melts with the sun...
I close the doors,
and walk away,
and believe that this is done... |