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You'd think I'd be able to fall away gracefully

Bow down to your superiority with no qualms at all.

Pushed around

Pulled down

Dragged under

Fall away, fall out..



Grace... is only a name

Spoken on the lips of contemptuous lovers

In the dawn of the newest day,

And it all ends in this

This being...

Whatever that was.

And what was that?

What was that, you whispered the words

Like a starved child in need of a drink

A drink from my over flowing lips....



And I'd laugh, haughty

More judgmental than you remember me.

Am I at all...

Like you remember me?

The naive child I started as.

Dew-eyed and reborn

Because of the fruits you fed me

Strawberries from a forbidden lust

And that's all it boils down to

Lust, and I lusted.



And I wanted, and needed

Love is just a four letter catastrophe

Not worth it's weight in anguished golden apples

Kissed by the Rhinemaidens

Even though...

They know nothing of one another,



But when did that matter?

In a world where

You can claim abuse

For a beating with a crumbled feather

And it all comes down,

Floats down

On cherry flavoured clouds

That you wanted me to fall gracefully aside

To be there when you wanted to pick me up once again

Like a child's second favourite toy.

But I wasn't there.

I was gone...

Moved on.

Finally fell away from grace...



1:12 pm; 7-23-01