Tears like ripened fruit.
Laughs budding at just the right time.
Up. Down. Up.
That's how they play.
I wanted a different way.
The rugged terrain.
No fruit. No flowers to lead the way.
Just the ugly..the truth.
Like a snare for a rabbit,
I got out.
Out of all the hype.
Now it is real. Now I'm free.
It is real,
I am a fruit sucked dry. A petal withered.
"I wanted a different way", great line!!
ReplyDeleteI really like this post, you need to make it into a song.seriously.
ReplyDeleteyou're precious andrea. so encouraging. thank you.
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