~ Thoughts From Both Sides ~
† Thoughts From One Side Ö..
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I remember the seasons, that changed the outlook of life.
Like autumn leaves falling onto the cool ground.
Itís something I anticipate.
Crisp, crunchy leaves swirl, falling, in front of me.†
Kick them, jump on them, shuffle through them.
They donít belong to anybody.
Make them mine.
They have a quality that causes me to grin and wonder every year.
They come to those who see and anticipate their release.
Crisp, crunchy leaves, swirl, falling, again for me.
Thoughts from The Other SideÖ.. (Trigger)
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I †remember the pain like the seasons, which changed the outlook of life.
Like babies cold tears dropping abruptly on her tender cheek.
The fear a child learns to anticipate.
Stark, shocking, bury it.
Bury it deep, cry loud, mother will surely understand the cries.
The guilt doesnít belong to anybody.
Take it, itís all mine.
The shame has a quality that causes me to shrivel year by year.
He will come every night donít anticipate release.
Bury it deep, cry loud, mother will surely understand the tears and rescue me, but she never does~