Freedom

capture pieces of my mind that once were.

Friday, August 3, 2012

A flower had grown 
grown inside from outside 
from outside I grew something inside
something inside me grew 
inside me grew something 
something from the outside
from the outside my inside grew cold
grew cold from the outside of you
the outside of you looks through
looks through to the inside of me
the inside of me comes 
comes from the inside of you
dark and cold my inside is you
inside you comes from the outside 
from the outside of you 
outside of you is everything
everything but you.
I have become everything but me.
from you.
or maybe just me.
from me
just me
I'm beginning to think my rose was all thorns
all thorns in the shape of a crown.

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