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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Swallow

Three A.M. blinks on the clock
I lay staring at the crack above my head
The branch taps on my window
As the rain patters on the roof
I pull on my coat for a walk
I knew I couldn't leave my thoughts unsaid
I headed to the park to settle my mind
The swift feel of the swings allows my body to relax
I knew I needed to talk
I felt like I was in over my head
I have to leave the past behind
The rain continued to splatter down my face
As the tears came one by one
The idle swinging slowly reached to a stop
A shiver run up my spine
There's no feeling that can replace the embrace
Sometimes it takes a thousand tries to finally have won
But secrets always creep out
No matter how hard you try
Truth always finds a way
A silhouette stands by the side
Only a memory can define the shadow that awaits
They have come out to play
I wait for the darkness to swallow me whole
The swings begin to swing alone
Leaves dance at my feet
One last look at the moon
And I'm blanketed with the dark for eternity.

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