Thursday, November 12, 2009

it burns

It burns deep behind my eyes
All the way to tracks
The way I was raised
Roots to limbs from clouds to soil
I feel cheated
But feeling isn't truth

I say that
But
If you feel it hard enough
Then it's real

When the ache moves to pain
Late at night
When lonely is sickly

I just want to be free of me
And you
And what I felt

It wasn't truth
Just a feeling

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