Monday, December 29, 2008

Ant Bite

After all he had his opinion about it
It hurt, but still
It's better to feel
Anything at all

Not sour or mean, in any way
The year's gone but scars will stay
And time won't heal what didn't heal with time
And what did ever heal, anyway?
She layed her years on blank pages
of a Math book
with a rose hidden in between
a forgotten stranger who once tried
to win her heart
and yet she tries to keep apart
tale from reality

Is this poison running through my veins
keeping my temperature from rising or
dropping away
Bless the ant who ran away behind the bed
As nature gives us the necessary temporary
to feel things in their right way
To see the prey behind
predator's eyes

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