Here I am in the back again Itís always like that. The last to be heard The first to be admired. All these silent thoughts slowly absorb from the environment that is around me, absorbs me. All these screaming inconsistencies It makes me wonder why they are fake and insincere. Could it be the lack of personality or the need for attention and a little affection? Rejection is lurking everywhere No one wants it but everyone cast it opon the other This will pass and you and I might last? Only to the time allowed by destiny My destiny isnít in you, Itís waiting for you to jump in it and sit back with me. Then weíll take turns in this little game called intimacy.
Doing things I shouldnít maybe because I couldnít realize that my life is not as giving as this world is receiving. disbelieving and not returning any energy from the one who holds the card of betrayal.
All these old memories and thoughts of you, I dreamt it all last night. Wonder Why? Visions of you I still see Maybe were meant to beÖ I donít know just like why we didnít unite beforeÖ Maybe my dreams will fulfill a prophecy life cannot
© 2001 Copyright Angiee Bryant
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