The trees whisper of my demise,
The wind warning when I draw near.
As I assume the role of Eve,
And fall into temptation.

The cathedral of your eyes
Is as cold as confessional.
You say," How is the past to
Be erased? To be forgotten?
You don't even care anymore."

I turn my head away.
No one calls my bluff.
Says," You still need him.
Don't close your eyes, do it the hard way."

They accept my masks,
My attempts at indifference.
It is easier to walk on eggshells,
Then watch someone break.

I tore my own lies, my own promises.
I never meant to hold your hand
Or kiss away the pain I brought.
But your fingers running along my back
Brought me to the sweet remorse
And the joy we almost had.

Now if we could only leave it at that
And never open closed doors,
Or hear the stars fall.

03/07/2004

Author's Note: "I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, I'm gonna be torn. Just remember that I love you, just remember you were warned." Ani DiFranco

Posted on 03/08/2004
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