i did. i loved him. i always let it go. because when he saw me it was clearer than i ever saw myself. that was ivan. my lighthouse. my candle light. my full moon. mygod. i could scream all night and still it wouldn't be enough. still you wouldn't know. still it would be too silent for the things i am trying to keep inside for you.
of course i have a line.
you live on it. spit, jump, punch at it. you rub my nose in it. but i stand here still. i stand here proud. i watch the sky and i believe you know as well as i the difference between wrong and right.
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