 | Yeats1 is a 43 year old single guy from Hermosa Beach, Ca, California, USA. |
- Jan 31, 6:11am
- Divided Memories
I
Poor thing, what more can I do for you?
I did what I could, I gave you a little piece
Of myself, the only piece you would take,
And what you did with that piece I could not impose.
Now you are lonely, in a lonely place
Where the waxed floors and scrubbed walls
Give you back every inch of yourself,
And this is what you can’t take: every inch of yourself.
I know. I’ve felt that way too, and couldn’t take it.
Like you, I tried running, but found that every mile
I trod I trod with myself, every inch of myself,
And couldn’t, no matter how far I went, shake myself.
II
Remember how you used to sing,
Sing like a nightingale those beautiful arias,
And let all your sorrow out
Through your passionate voice?
You stopped singing a few years ago.
Why did you stop singing a few years ago?
Was it those repressed childhood memories that choked
You and broke you off from the best part of yourself?
I think you should sing again.
It would make all the difference,
All the difference to you, and all the difference to me
If you would just sing again.
Copyright1998 SMG
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