Getaway
For Victims of Abuse
I know you can't see.
I know you can't be.
I know you love me.
You know you aren't free.
I swear I love you. (Again)
I'll never hurt you. (Again)
You know I want you. (Again)
I'll always taunt you. (Again)
Hit me once and I'll be fine,
I'll get back up again.
Hit me twice and I'll be fine,
I'll recover once again.
Hit me thrice and I'll be fine,
But my trust is wearing thin.
Hit me four times....
You can't escape me.
You'll always need me.
You'll never change me.
You'll always need me.
I'll always find you. (Again)
I'll always find you. (Again)
I'll always find you. (Again)
Put me behind you. (Again)
Hit me once and I'll be fine,
I'll get back up again.
Hit me twice and I'll be fine,
I'll recover once again.
Hit me thrice and I'll be fine,
But my trust is wearing thin.
Hit me four times....
I hope you get away.
I hope you get away.
I hope you get away.
I hope you get away.
Hit me once and I'll be fine,
I'll get back up again.
Hit me twice and I'll be fine,
I'll recover once again.
Hit me thrice and I'll be fine,
But my trust is wearing thin.
Hit me four times....
And you won't see me again.
I hope you get away.
The Smell of Carnivals
I smell the smell of carnivals.
The music in my ears brings them to me.
My youth comes to my mind,
As easily as the story I write.
I love this weather.
It brings me a happy contented smile.
Even if my mouth doesn't agree.
I wish I knew the feeling that overcomes me.
It's just there...
Then just as quickly...
It leaves me.
The smell of carnivals...
And the bit of nostalgia that follows.
~fin~
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