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standing, falling

by Indigo Tempesta

I heard every story the precious baby told
In my adolescent prison, the one made of gold
And the ring around your finger seemed to strangle in its hold
I told you "don't you know the world's gone cold?
Then, I wish I had been bold."

It's frightening, not like you used to be
There used to be an angel in every town, you see
But now the only angel ever watching over me
Is the shiny little razorblade, the one that sets me free.
The scars that no one else can see.

There wasn't anybody ever close enough to me to know
What kind of acts I'm putting on at the funny puppet show
And every other barbie girl seemed too heavy to throw
But what did I know then?, what I know now I wish would go -
They've all lost their will to grow.

I can vividly remember the painful, tragic sighs
They racked my chest and they brought burning tears into my eyes
With every breath my importance seemed to diminish in size
And when you tell me what I am and all those confident lies
There's something there that dies.

07/21/2003

Author's Note: a very, very old poem. read "dive in" for the whole little story on the two poems. and give me feedbakc. honest feedback. thank you kindly!

Posted on 07/21/2003
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta

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