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There is a boy
at the foot of my bed,
he stares at me every night,
his stare makes me feel guilty
it makes me feel filthy.
He comes every night,
"another guilt-trip tonight?" I ask,
he just stares on
his brown eyes still as a statue,
I know what he wants.
But I am too tough for him.
He wants to be heard,
he wants to be seen
he wants to feel
to touch
to breathe,
but i know better.
I keep him quite
I keep him hidden
I keep him away from the world
I keep him where he belongs,
unheard
unseen
unfelt.
And so he stares at me,
every night.
But some nights, I stare back
and a moment is shared between us,
and he knows and thinks:
"maybe one day."
and he still stares at me, but he is smiling now
and I am smiling too,
so we sit there, smiling like psychopaths
and I know I am lying to myself,
it's almost enough to make me cry.
But I can't cry anymore,
can you?
- by -Whoa_Antlers- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/02/2010 |
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- Title: The boy at the foot of my bed
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- Date: 07/02/2010
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