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My Hourglass FigureUnsure and stutteringyou ask meask for everythingask for too muchI refuse to take your pleasto look at those desperate eyesoverflowing with pent up emotionLeave me bewatch your reflection bounce back at you from cold glassI have no time left to givethat's what you want, isn't it?My timemore timetime, time, timeThe sand in my hollow body has just about run outleaving me emptywith false hopes that I might be turned overgiving me a few more hours on the clockI used to be a work of artnow only cracked glasswishing less life was wasted clinging to falling sandI can give you other chancesif you help meFill my cracks with sincerityrepaint my chipped edges with bright smilesI have yet to be fixed but I know it's possibleMend meonly then can I give you the time you seek
Empty MemoriesA resounding silence takes up the spacerebounding off unfilled wallsgliding through empty hallsnothing more than empty memoriesYour incessant talking interrupts my thoughtswearing down on my paper thin toleranceTrying to stuff the void I left openthe quiet I hung there ripped downtorn up by your noisy complaintsMy vocal cords are rubbed rawby words waiting to be saidstuck in my throatthey can't be pushed downbut can't be forced out, just yetAllow me to go back to my unforgiving memoriessilent betrayers of my tired mindunkept tendrils of forgotten knowledgebrimming over the sides if my headpouring onto ungrateful lipsCan we keep it quieteven just for a little while
One or the OtherIt's not one or the otherI must have more choicesa variety of different decisionsI refuse to be placedput into a boxwaiting to be check marked from the listAnd once you place me thereI'm not allowed to leavestuck in bold letters of common enemiesor alliesBut there is in-between the linesand gray areaskeeping us awayfrom limited optionsTell me I am differentI have my own categoriestoo unique to just "fit in"I'm better than pre-created place holdersignorant stereotypes givenby simple minded peopleAm I not allowed to fall in betweenbe that gray area in your black and white paintingI can't deal with being one thingAlready picked out for meI can never changejust the same everydayDefined by what's in between my legsor what hangs off my shoulders one daybut maybe not the nexthow do you see me?You can keep your"one or the other"because I am the god damn rainbow in your black and white photostay away from me with your minimal selectionand only optionsI can be