Old Family

Dark nights frighten the timid,
and the strong.

We could be seen laughing in public,
Your arm in mine,
Family behind,
A queue to a new doorstep.

We could be seen to be happy,
And I was,
I truely was.
Born to belong to this family.

We were seen, and we felt as one.
Perfection is not a gift,
But it slowly skipped your lips,
When you ruined my mind.

I think to the lady, you will find,
When you love, you are blind.
But you see the threats.
And the finds.

Silent voice, silent minds,
I miss what used to be,
when we were family.

But dark nights scare the timid and the strong.

Boneata Bell October 18th 2011 22:31PM Copyright

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