I Write Poetry

[b][center][big]"Out there, in here"[/big][/center][/b]



Thinking of who I was hurts me to the core

A ghost of what I once was
Dont worry, I wont haunt you
Its the opposite..they haunt me
Do I even pass through their minds?
The major players I had in my life?

In my dreams I approach a closeness I dont dare attempt in real life
I told him I wanted to be homeless and wander and take chances with him
We had hidden in covert places to talk and touch
When they asked him to dance with the one he loved he chose that other one
But he didnt dance
He led her to the desk to be fired or arrested
He had lied to me, she said
He told her she was was his first time too, she said
I sat in my chair and cried because he had chosen me, I think
Then I woke up
Another dream I wish hadnt ended
Back to reality and the pain, frustration, anger
A lack of freedom, definitely
My wanderlust has been replaced by fear
Something in me thrashes around wildly
Sorry, honey, I cant let you out yet
Its just too dangerous..out there