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By Ali Date: 2002 May 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.18.08.38.13847]] |
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You can take me away From my sorrow, But these scars can't be Washed away that easily. I've got a mind to keep away From you, Because this is just too Damn hard for me, And I'm tired of chasing after All the things that walk In shadow-- Could you please Be a dear, And bring me a light? Once I lit a torch Plagued with cryptinite, And even though I'm not Super[woman], Somehow this green fire That shines so brightly, Still burns me quietly, From the inside out. I'm bendable, I'm breakable, But I won't say a word About this ache in me-- So take my silence as a sign That love cannot save a fool, If the fool is not willing To be saved. But then again, A healer cannot heal And a seer cannot see, If he does not know That he is thought of as such-- For to perform miracles, Varying from everyday to extraordinary, One must be believed in, But more importantly, One must believe. |