And to Let the Flood Gates Rise Would Mean Defeat

And to Let the Flood Gates Rise Would Mean Defeat

A Poem by Sayre
"

This girl that has been in my life, will always be there. But I dont know what her place in my life is.

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I dont want to fall
in a rut again so I'll just pretend
That what I thought just happened isnt happening

What can I say
When I dont know what your saying
What's the possibility that I could get you to explain
What's going on etween us
Could you possibly convey?
Is any of it real? Did I imagine everything?

I imagine many thoughts
These thoughts are you inside my head
Im feeling brain dead, enough said
Thanks to my weak spots just bred

Now I have little weaklings running around inside of my head
Their destination is my heart, a fort that I must defend
But I took all of my walls down, and the invastion begins
Weaknesses decend to the castle I left open

No mercy is shown, as they light the torches flame
And exclaim, "Burn it to the floor again!
Down  to the ground
Then proceed to burn that too!
Show this man no mercy
For he will show none to you.
He tried to lock us up,
And exterminate us too.
Except for mom and dad
His plans went succcessfully through.
Our ancestors are gone, there was nothing they could do.
Now is the time
Take your revenge
And make his story conclude!"

They lit me up, my feelings fueled
All thanks to last night
So flattering, so miniscule
But now I cant think right.

Honestly you crossed my wires
Untangling these lines
Prove to be futile
With these last two nights in mind

My jacket that you borrowed
though I found it rather hot
Was it my scent inside the threads
or were you really cold tonight

One day I know you'll find this
And maybe then you will see
The feelings I have toward you
And hope you have for me.

© 2009 Sayre


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Sayre
Sayre

Pinole, CA



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I am 17, as of this January [2010]. I live for the most part with my dad, and Visit my mom about twice a month. I cant really complain about much, my life has been pretty easy. As for everybody else, .. more..

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A Poem by Sayre