www.whyville.net Oct 3, 2007 Weekly Issue



Zyrca
Whyville Poet

Blind

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PANDEMIC
Lies between our lips
Tears between our eyes
My apprehension will strike you down
Misconceived dreams not meant to fly
Unbend my line of sight
Mend me; tell me it's alright
You'll have liked me better broken

Second chances suffer second thoughts
Sewing the seeds of regret
Enigmatic, every motion
Constant, my scowl, devoid of emotion
You'll have liked me better in your debt

Automatic is my resistance
A restrictive reflex
It's the game we play
Push your way nearer
Wipe my eyes dry
My vision clearer
You'll have liked me better wry

Old habits die hard
Let's set fire to these photos of the past
Run like hell to the stars
Free falling too fast
You'll have liked me better scarred

Back into the incessant cycle
Just one more chance,
Time to risk and lose the constancy that's not there
A gamble with no payout
You'll have liked me better bare

I think I'm finally awake
Escaped my garden of reproach and mistakes
Wings this dream may yet find
But you'll have liked me better broken

You'll have liked me better blind

 

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