Saturday, September 11, 2004

clear?

everyone hiding behind,
can't help but realise.
they elude me, ostrasize me.
accusing me of change
not knowing they had already changed color.
i fall to the ground,
motionless.
i won't have to run,
for you have already slipped away.
leaving me,
in a lonely game of hide and seek.
waiting to be found,
but you gave me up,
for one who was available in the open.
old scenes of laughter,
when you found i was only beside.
now fading,
i'm still waiting,
hiding.
hiding from the new you.
i don't want to found like that.
i don't like this you.
i only want the real.
the bare, true you.

gwen blogged at 4:03 AM