Brave and proud
Walking the streets
If only I could seem so confident
With death in the shadows stalking me
If i could only cease to be so shallow and decieving
Every tangible word dripping with meaning
Sparks in my throat
A simple coat of diamonds across my brittle skin
Blindly shining all my sins
If only I could redeem every place I've ever been
With a meaning, it would seem so elequent
If my excuses we're real things and not just beginnings
An open dorrway for the deepest dread
Only a small thread keeps you to my skin
Six degrees of seperation
Between of every living being
A mild occasion with no excellence
If only I could distribute the beauty
In the things I see, to the wrold
Every pain has some sort of meaning
Silver line around my body
If only it could arrouse you instead of cloud you
With insecurities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem