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I'm an open book here, and I have a lot to say, so I'll just say it.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Later in life, she's in the same position you once were.

Even though you're gone,
still you show yourself in colors.

The sister you had still exists,
and I'm convinced you gave her
the life you left behind.

I saw you in her purple hammock,
your brother was much younger,
but somehow he died before her,
his heart was diseased,
yet his mind was at ease.

Now she's nearly 90,
deaf, and daring
she shows herself in colors
and when she's gone,
it's those colors that will keep her alive.

Friday, March 15, 2013

I'll keep my past if I want, afterall it got me where I am today.

I looked at myself for once
as the child I use to be
and realized that sometimes

this isn't about being right or wrong,
or singing a martyrs song.

Some people don't want to be saved,
some people prefer to salvage themselves,
and you say it's hopeless, right?

So give me something to dream about,
tell me something more than;
life goes on, and we move on.

We're constantly in motion,
but why can't then and now
still be connected?

Stop telling me,
that I have a whole new life
because if it wasn't for me
falling so deep in the first place,
I would have never had the
chance to save myself.