Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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.

3 comments:

  1. "I wanted a different way", great line!!

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  2. I really like this post, you need to make it into a song.seriously.

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  3. you're precious andrea. so encouraging. thank you.

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