I moved away from my old life paused on the way I can still remember the night and remember the day I refuse to let the tears multiply One gets free But I won't cry Not at all, not me The boy played games with me And left me panting for more But I'm not exactly the kind of guy who attracts whores you're falling back to me, but I don't have to see everything you mean, leaving me out at sea You might have hurt me left wounds and welts but you'll never beat me down use my skin as a pelt defying the rules, I always try but you'll never have my skull,and I'll never cry I'll listen to my Our Lady Peace song And I'll hold my head high But another mistake, I might crumble But I will not cry I'll soothe my wounds with salt I'll put everything behind but soon, it'll all burst out in the middle of the grind It'll spill out like water and pool around like blood And I'll hurt other people and feel like crud But what can I do without the aim I had before What can I do when I'm innudated with bores? I'll fight them all the way down I'll let it be in anger and plea but they slowly begin to leak out one, two, three I bellow in rage and blanch in fear that everything I've ever known, all the reasons that I'm shy Is all because of this the willingness not to cry. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold And I walk away from everything that's dying But finally, it's happened I started crying.Birth sign: Aries
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