Thursday, December 17, 2009

Okay, Slow Down, This Time Your Going To Get Hurt.
Put Your Left Foot Forward, Then Your Right Foot.
Lean Forward, Trust Yourself Not To Fall.
Talking To Myself Was Never Healthy.
As I Wait Anxiously To Awake From This Floating Sensation.
I Trust You In Everyway Possible.
Your Under My Feet Helping Me Soar Above The Ground.
Yet Something Tells Me Your Not Being Completely Direct With Me.
Will I Fall Or Lose Balance?
My Foot Slips, I Fall, I Graze My Knees And The Palms Of My Hands.
Although I Fell It Was My Fault.
I Was Concentrating On The Fall To Come, Rather Than You.
I Get Back Up, Only To See Everyone Laughing, Pointing And Teasing.
I Run Off Crying Leaving You Behind, 15 Minutes Later..
I Come Back To Find Someone Stole You From Me.
Caught Up In My Own Fears, I Lost You.

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