Teen Poetry #9 |
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For Friend Or Foe |
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since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
For Friend Or Foe Take my hand, come with me Follow broken paves of dust Shut your eyes, believe in me Grip the hook of your sweet trust See the smile bared upon my face A carved and careful grin Ignore the painted colours that are Dripping down my chin Follow in my footsteps As we walk in jagged beat Your tears scream out submission As your eyes admit defeat Hand in hand we follow thread I know exactly where the bait lies And as we dance towards the surface I know the shattered sun will not rise Because I am leading you into A broken, desperate place The wind weeps forgotten tears As do the cracks that line my face My smile fixed in distortion I’m stuck inside a warped high I don’t feel your biting nails I don’t see that twisted sky I knew it all along though That it is not me who leads It’s my regrets that taint me It’s my dreams what bleed Take my hand, come with me I just want a quiet friend To hold my hand, to comfort me To lead me to the end. |
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