Who are we when we sigh?
we breath in all we can to fill ourselves
then let it out to cleanse these troubles;
of all that exists but the moment itself
What are we when we bleed?
are we mere animals in wait for slughter?
as the blood gently slides down our skin, tickling our senses
do we laugh at the simplicity
or do we cry for our lonliness
What are we as opposed to a flower?
could a flower's heart break when the sun doesn't show?
does it look to the sky waiting for the warmth of its lover's return?
what happens when it's taken from its roots,
and given to an animal who sighs with contentment
Yes, what are we as opposed to that gift?
some of us are the flower...
most are the animal...
if you find yourself questioning,
ask, when do you think past selfish needs?
What are we but creatures of our own habit?
We all seach for love, but the weak
they search for momentary satisfaction
what are you?
I need not know,
but your life depends on it
2:04 a.m. - 2009-06-29
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