Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Powerful words

I come with my armor in place
Emotions in check
Thinking I'm smarter or just more realistic
I sit with my frozen smile
All the while
Reluctant to trust what I'm told
Cynical, cold...

Music of heaven should puncture me

A classic New Yorker
Alone among millions
Indifference upon my face
Out of place
But longing to feel what you feel
Like it was real
And I sit there with dry eyes
And cold hands
Judging and standing apart
"Music Of Heaven" Jason Robert Brown

Sounds like me lately.

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