FREE

I have hope, but I don't have faith,
and you don't seem to see
that I don't believe what you say
because I believe that you are like me.

I don't get why you're so scared,
although I suppose I can relate.
Is it because you know I care?
Or are you just trying to escape fate?

If you aren't what you say,
then you will have to realize
that you'll regret spending each and every day
living life as so many lies.

Don't accuse me of not understanding!
I've been in your shoes; I know the fear--
if you are strong, you are capable of handling--
coping--with even what you don't want to hear.

Look, I know that something's up
because you're not acting like you should.
You're more willing to drink from the golden cup
than you would be if you were afraid of flood.

You're playing with my heart, and you don't even know,
and you're bringing out a side of me--
a side willing to see how far I would go
to set the both of us free.


I want to read more poetry!

This sucks! Take me home!