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April 26, 2005

The Morning After

How dare I
Be so bold
As to search for
Love?
And how stupid
Can I be
After all the times
I've failed
To try again?
Reaching out
And falling off
The delicate perch
That I wait upon
But still I cannot see
I was not meant
To be airborne.
Sometimes I feel
Like banging my head
To knock some sense
Into it
But I know
It will not work.
Please help me
Find or stumble into
What I feel I need
And want
For so far
I haven't been
Doing well alone.
Why was I born
A butterfly
When I wanted to be
A rose?

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:40 PM