I try to open up my feelings <br />and reveal them to the world <br />and to the ones that love me <br />for who i am as a person. <br /> <br />All of the falling silhouettes <br />substitute every-thing that <br />i'm going through so that no <br />harsh points of view will be <br />made about me to my family and <br />to my friends. <br /> <br />Tell me why am i always <br />trapped inside the falling <br />silhouettes that seem oh so <br />impossible for me to get away <br />from now. <br /> <br />Why are all of the second <br />intervals are causing all <br />of these painful emotions <br />that is some-how all going <br />all around me. <br /> <br />But my prophetic soul <br />will soon contorl the <br />falling silhouettes <br />that is making my private <br />antiquity so surreal for <br />me to see only. <br /> <br />But i'm now and forever <br />confinded to the expressions <br />of the falling silhouettes that <br />call out my name once again. <br /> <br />Let me please have a deep- <br />conncetion inside the falling <br />silhouettes that seems to always <br />be unraveling right in front <br />of me and the ones that i love <br />the most.<br /><br />erie morgan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-falling-silhouettes/
