8.12.2004
For a Moment
I was born with a patina of rust
an old soul
black hole
so cold
and I know it is with the dust and the rust
in the sadness and the madness
that I belong
but you came along
shiny and new
like a freshly minted penny
(...for your thoughts...)
and I longed for your squeaky clean soul
for the light
the laughter
the easy acceptance
but such is not my fate
my place
my prophecy.
I know that now.
I've known it always.
But I had hoped
for a moment
that I was wrong.
an old soul
black hole
so cold
and I know it is with the dust and the rust
in the sadness and the madness
that I belong
but you came along
shiny and new
like a freshly minted penny
(...for your thoughts...)
and I longed for your squeaky clean soul
for the light
the laughter
the easy acceptance
but such is not my fate
my place
my prophecy.
I know that now.
I've known it always.
But I had hoped
for a moment
that I was wrong.
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