Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Backlash Forwards

If I could speak into your depths
Would you hold my promise vain
To truly listen as love unfolds
Control and comparison
I am me sometimes

You shall always be
Wounded and beautiful
But always in the moment you
Take back the push
Tossing me away
I am not your trash
Am I

Tame not the flame in me
Controlled conversation is debate
A system of destruction or war
Our path is openness for both
Not my silent consent
Until bidden speak
I am no slave

You shall always be
Wounded and beautiful
Until love finds you complete
But always in the moment you
Take back the push
Tossing me away
I am not your trash
Am I

My flame is no slave
Tame me to your heart
Be with me in the moment
Hear my words as I speak
Do not attempt to control fate
Either you and I are equals in everything
Funds spent and in time to speak
Or I am a shadow of my own end
Weakening under the thumb
Of a beautiful wounded geek

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