The past can be a funny thing
It etches lines in stone
It swallows what once was
And gives rebirth to something more
Ghosts tend to linger around
Figments of what once was
Insecurities surface with new found desires
And fear cripples the mind
The darkness of possession leaks
Demanding that ownership be made
Yet freedom Is so hard to come by
Unless asked for a key, why should it be locked away
My key is out before me
Even as the flames threaten to lick me
Those eyes are so inviting
And the devils music never sounded so sweet
Lies, they float around me
Unfaithfulness screams in the back of my mind
Yet those crimes do not belong to this new love
So perhaps its time to shed the burden
And begin a new
Yet I am hesitant to give the key
That locks my heart away to only him
Would he embrace the offering
Or simply toss it aside as if it meant nothing
The words, they play over and over in my head
I need to hear them. Need to know the truth
But times before I was crushed by what I heard
Will it be the same again this time around?
Am I the only one lingering in your mind
Or is another’s memories still plaguing your thoughts
She haunts me from time to time
I wont utter those words to you out of fear
Will anger swallow you if you knew that
Or would you understand
Glitter and stars paint up what could be
One moment of colors embracing us
Maybe that was a sign of what is or could be
Perhaps those lose words that dance in my mind
Should find life and a song all of their own accord
One thorn holds blood that burns for love
One heart yearns to find its counter part
Hesitance can be the crippling blow
Of what could have been had an offer been made
So as the flames hint to my destruction
The burns I find so familiar and comforting
I’ll embrace the longing and give my offering
Of the passion that burns with the fire of eternity
07-18-11 Kellyn grau
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem