The Appearance Of A Line

Poem By Michael Norton

I’m looking for a villain
Someone close enough, so that I can end my problems
Everything is getting hazy,
Lines appear that were never here before
And maybe I’m just lazy,
But I don’t want to walk you to your front door
Anymore then I want to talk about this situation
We are in,
And to begin,
We were never really friends.
You don’t know how to function,
In this world of sweat, and tears, and blood
And I just trying to figure out, what I could have done

How can you breathe through your wall of silence?
I can not wait this out forever
How can you say something then retreat?
You know you can’t control weather…

When our eyes meet, it feels like a train
You sweep through my mind a hurricane
You’re too clique, you’re out of time
You don’t deserve a rhyme of mine
You stole this and replaced it with doubt
About this situation we are in
And to being,
We will never be good friends
So, take your promise and your thought
Because I’m about to cut this knot,
Before, it gets any tighter,
I hope you learned to start a fire.

How can you breathe through your wall of silence?
I can not wait this out forever
How can you say something then retreat?
You know you can’t control weather…

I’ll see when your ready
Though it looks you just don’t care,
I think I’ll always be ready,
Just call my name, I’ll be there

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