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Maybe
There will come a time
When everyone
Has lost interest
And I’ll be
Left alone
Alone
With my thoughts
Knowing
That there’s
No one left
No one
That cares
Only then
When I know
That no one’s looking
Will I ever
Be able
To say goodbye
Goodbye
Forever
But I've got stage fright
I can’t do it
When someone’s looking
I’ll wait
Till everyone
Is finally gone
Only then
Will I be
Left alone
Only then
Will I be
Able
Able
To do
What I've waited
So long for
The flip of a switch
And it’s all over
But I stand on the edge
Held back
By something
I can’t see
I can’t see
What it is
But it’s there
Pulling me back
It pulled harder
As I leaned further
Over the edge
Just as I regained my faith
In the force that held me
It disappears
And I fall
A thousand stories
Cut short
Cut short
By my trust
My trust
In something
I’d never seen
And as I fall
I reach out
And every time
I reach
I just
Pull more down
To join me
As
I
Fall
Wishing
That I had
Never
Reached out
At all
There will come a time
When everyone
Has lost interest
And I’ll be
Left alone
Alone
With my thoughts
Knowing
That there’s
No one left
No one
That cares
Only then
When I know
That no one’s looking
Will I ever
Be able
To say goodbye
Goodbye
Forever
But I've got stage fright
I can’t do it
When someone’s looking
I’ll wait
Till everyone
Is finally gone
Only then
Will I be
Left alone
Only then
Will I be
Able
Able
To do
What I've waited
So long for
The flip of a switch
And it’s all over
But I stand on the edge
Held back
By something
I can’t see
I can’t see
What it is
But it’s there
Pulling me back
It pulled harder
As I leaned further
Over the edge
Just as I regained my faith
In the force that held me
It disappears
And I fall
A thousand stories
Cut short
Cut short
By my trust
My trust
In something
I’d never seen
And as I fall
I reach out
And every time
I reach
I just
Pull more down
To join me
As
I
Fall
Wishing
That I had
Never
Reached out
At all
Literature
Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
Literature
Incubus
I offer you more than words can express
Many mortal men have sold their souls for less
I offer you this, but it comes with a price
A moment's pain for such a trifle sacrifice
Literature
ANGEL IN THE NEON LIGHT
Ballet of the harlequin bride
Eye glass in the key whole
Battery operated heart in a bird cage
Toyed, the escaping dream
Missing time
Coil sprung and loaded
Space dust in a vacuum
Phosphorescence halo in a black box
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