Saturday, April 11, 2009

Weak.

It is so easy to step out of place when you have never known it,
It is so easy to fall from grace when you have never been introduced to it.
Crossing lines becomes easy when you can always redraw them.
Your obligation is always harder when you are aware of it.
The confrontation is hard to bare, let alone to forget.
Here, take the weight, take my onus.
This is simply a complaint, of course it is no opus.
I can't own up, handle the heat.
I hear your words, you've got me beat.

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