Monday, November 12, 2012

Bus stop

Waiting to go
watching and waiting
scars that don't show
Loving and hating.

It takes control to know control
but reverence is all I have
for this life finally out of it's hole
A future up for grabs.

Passion unknown
With all that I do
Independence and strength
A rebirth so true.

Thoughts pulled away
A thousand directions
This autumn won't stay
But time is affection.

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