I'm reverting back to my old habit
So easily tempted, so easily strewn
It's almost like I enjoy it.
But what's so wrong with fabricated fantasies?
So what if they make me mourn and weep desolately?
In the end it's just a comfort sleeping...
Though now I don't want to be infested
By a trait so long in hibernation,
A dormant need suddenly bursts through the seams.
And it's like I don't matter for once and for all.
It's like I never mattered or just was not enough
To satisfy the liking or cause a binding gaze.
Knowing I look too far and much too fast
I seek the result for something I've no idea how to get
How do I tell my mind 'no' when it's the one already decided?
It's like I've got no choice in this pre-destined role.
Author notes
written March 18, 2007
A contest entry
- Speaking On Trembling Lips by FlipperSwitch.
600 points, ended July 2, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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Very poetic for sure...although what poetry isn't poetic in some way? lol- sorry; side-tracked. Very beautiful write, thank you for your entry.
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A deep and intense write the opening and closing lines are perfectly intertwined. Good work
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this is a good one
on serious front you speak of a deeper truth of living, of priorites, of mundaness of things, yet how things become important, and the likes.
The opening line is catchy .. well done.
and some nice phrases too - fabricated fantasies , well placed.
cheers
balli
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