Unfound

Unfound

A Poem by Redherring
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Another song that won't even be sung.

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Hey there,

Don’t you try

To make me buy all of your little white, white, white, white lies

 

All your claims that you only ever wanted to be free

But why does that freedom take you so far away from me?

There’s gotta be another way

To make these things work out.

 

And on the surface you agree,

With a fervency that surprises and delights me.

Why it damn right astounds me.

And yet why do I still harbor these doubts?

That inspire me to scream and shout at you

That you’re making me out to be a fool.

 

When did it become the rule

That despite our picking and choosing

I will always be losing to you, and to your self-proclaimed freedom.

 

And you should know by now

As we float by on these clouds

We’ll only get so far in this life.

And we’re gonna cause a lot of strife.

So you should really put down that knife

That you insist on driving through my heart.

 

Let’s start from the beginning again.

 

I remember all those early days

With clandestine glances

And untaken chances

That would potentially cause a cataclysmic event.

Between you and I.

But still you lied

To me.

Yeah, you left me down

On my knees

 

Why can’t start from the beginning again?

 

The miles put between us, were just a number at first.

But it then slowly grew a whole lot worse.

Well, I guess that’s my curse.

That despite my picking and choosing

I will always be losing to you

And to your self-proclaimed freedom.

 

Oh God, I’m begging you

To bring us back to the beginning again.

 

Maybe we’d do it all different.

Maybe we’d make a scene.

Or maybe we’d never exchange those awkward few first words.

I know it sounds absurd.

I know it sounds obscene.

 

But still I wait and I wish for the beginning again.

 

I’ve got a lot on my mind.

And yet I can’t quite force the words out to your face.

I know I’m holding myself back,

Remaining solidly in my place

Why can’t I just be honest with you?

But then again, you weren’t exactly the sentimental type were you?

To you my words will be nothing more than a coup de grace.

 

Please take me back to the beginning again.

So I can avoid this mess from ever dragging me down

Again.

I am who I am so I know that I won’t change anything the

Second time around.

So there you will stay lost to me while I sit here,

Unfound.

© 2010 Redherring


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