Kink

Kink

A Poem by Babylon
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Losing a close friend, almost going crazy because you miss them so much and when they come back, it's like you can finally catch your breath but you realize that breaking your friendship affected them also and they just aren't the same which leads to comp

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Over the months I've had time to spare
Clawing for answers, going nowhere
And I missed you so much
I don't know how to think
You finally came back, but there's one little kink
There's a padlock on this gate
The one I helped make
And when I unlocked it, my soul crept inside
To my place in your heart, in your mind I reside
There are no answers here
I'm left in the dark
You'll sneak up behind me
and grab ahold my heart
Your hands dodging askew organs and crippling bones
You'll take my mind to a place it would never know
As you pierce through my skin with the blood under your nails
You'll think of the memories, all of the tales
That we swore we would keep locked in a cabinet
Above the fridgerater, let's not make it a habit
To reach our hands where our fingers don't belong
As the headlights disappear, I wonder what I waited for so long
For you just to inject a needle of truth into my arm
To lace your fingers with mine as if you were here all along
But now that you're here, you're no longer gone
I wonder what I waited for so long

© 2008 Babylon


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Very nice. I liked it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


It is sometimes hard to find your way back to a friendship even though it has always been strong. I am glad you are finding your way back because friendships I believe is one of our Gods greatest gifts. Enjoyed very much. I will try not to be gone so long from you next time.

Hugs,
Lesa

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on November 24, 2008

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Babylon
Babylon

Winchester, VA



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