Equipped with nothing, <br />only pieces of my past. <br />I make my way across <br />my life a broken, beaten <br />man. And when the hell <br />are you coming back? <br />I never meant to hurt you <br />but, you know you hurt <br />me too, and you know I <br />can’t move on. This suitcase <br />of memories burdens me <br />with it’s questions, burdens <br />me with it’s weight. You <br />weight me down with your <br />innocence, like you weigh <br />me down with your lies. <br />And I would walk across <br />the sky for you, I would <br />give to you the stars. All <br />these pieces of my past <br />seem to hold me back, <br />seem to hold me down. <br />I stand here on the precipice <br />of something so divine, <br />with or without you now. <br />With or without everything <br />that I have ever known. <br /> <br />© 2001 Raymond J Wright<br /><br />Raymond J Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-or-without/
