Colin Wood

You cry crystal tears, each one refracting a rainbow,
So beautiful and fragile splintering on glass.
The cold of the frame with a picture so warm
Of a summer gone by, when the swallows took breath
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Some were born into greatness
Some were born to survive
As I stand on the edge
Of somewhere trying to hide
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Wrapped in arms of mine,
Imagining I'm not alone,
In another hotel room,
Another strange room.
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I don't want to get close to you,
You don't want to understand me,
We don't want to feel each others pain.
Its not me, its not you, its us.
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How can four letters ever be enough?
Is a word on a page enough to convey a feeling?
How can one simple word say all there is, all there needs to be?
How can a single breath, an outward sign, an expression say all that needs to be said.
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I can scream so loud no one can hear me.
And you could dry my imaginary tears
Each of them a frustration of embittered years
Wasted so many times, I'll embrace my fears
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This is a fight
See the light

The chaos
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How can words be enough?
Is one word on a page enough
to convey a feeling?
How can what we say feel all that is there?
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