Saturday, May 29, 2010

And I'm not sure if we belong here, if I ever really left, or If I can go home.

"He is the one that will turn to his friends and say, 'that's her.'”

We've been burned by all our fears.
Just from growing up around here.
Our father's factories marked our cars.
While Eden burned against the stars.

I was a boy in Grandma's arms.
A mother's pride and a wounded heart.
And I was full with fiery wonder.
You wore Audrey Hepburn pearls.
You were the only one who understood me then and the only one who will.

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