In the cosmic way of thinking and my truth of the abstract
You have stabbed me in the heart then licked the blade in front of me
I have ways you do not understand, like the clouds that come rolling in as they look misleading for rain, they shed their water, and the tears come
My ways have logic and yet it is not what you think, you are so placed in a way of thinking your misunderstanding of my life is not withstanding to the point of being completely black of thought
My anger grew in ways you have never seen and would never show you, tears of pain and misunderstanding come into play
This side of me you do not know, which is the way of thing
My faith has shaken my foundation, and my trust has been wounded
The breaks of my heart, have been craved so deep, that there is not enough time to heal,
I walk around wounded, another faded smile in the crowd
Losing more and more of me.
It is the me you cannot handled, not much can, you fall under the same way everyone else does, looking at me thinking you know all about me
When only the surface has been scratch.
Scars I wear, you do not see. They belong to me like a warrior
It takes time to break walls, and now my hammer is hidden and the fake smile of complacence is what I will wear
Understand, the complexity of me is not easy, nor with anyone. But your integrity did not come into play with words of venom and hurtfulness
Are worlds come together, like orbiting moons of such wonder?
Your moon is beautiful and filled with such wonder, that enjoying that moon was a joy,
My moon was there orbiting, understanding, and now gone like so many things in the universe changing
Gone, and forgotten, it is the way of things
Carrie Ann kawa 3/25/2011
