True Eyes


That Feeling


I used to think that when you break something
That you could always buy
A new one
A leg, arm, whatever

Now that you’re gone
I can’t buy that feeling I had with you
With time or money
With friends or with total strangers
Its just a feeling felt with
You

You would be shocked to see me now
Quiet, hidden, cautious, isolated
When you’ve seen
Me at my best

When you left
I left with you
And so did that feeling

It was stolen away
From me in a silenced robbery,
Without witnesses or a police report

You once said that you hate the way
I push you away
When you visit
That’s only because
That feeling, that feels so good to me,
Will leave whenever you do

Submitted: Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 08, 2009
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