
I've missed the way you'd look at me
I've forgotten how it feels
I struggle with my identity
I've lost a sense for what is real
No one hangs the sad pictures
They never seem to make the cut
Love and pain the scripture
Looking twice, with both eyes shut
When words don't answer questions
And truth only masks the lies
We wait, open for suggestions
Clinging to the ties that bind
Intentions change perspective
Perspective grants interpretation
Depending on objectives
And its obvious revelations
Revealing who we are
And just who we used to be
You can't expect to get too far
When you're stuck living in between
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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