tarnished i may be.. yet i stand.
worthless i seem.. yet i persist.
ur eyes say it all..im no good.
world has fogotten i exist.
awaitin a rain to wash away my past
the old me cringes, hates to change.
time for me to molt, shed my inhibitions
rebirth, u're my reason and hope, my last.
as i momentarily slip into oblivion
spin my coccoon, begin the change
promise u will always be there
to hold me once again in ur arms.
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okie y do u want some to wait if u r 'shedding' your past??
by 'past'.. im not referrin to everythin in the past..
:))
snake sheds its skin..grows out of it..
likewise the person in the poem wants to grow up and 'shed' things abt him/her tat are not good.
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