In Hiding

by Still

Published January 13, 2012

Everything takes time so I'm taking mine.
Sometimes it's more of who you aren't that defines.
I think I could see you if I could get these blinders off.
Sorry, I know, I keep acting like it's all your fault.

Finding you here has been a shock.
Feels like working off the clock,
or maybe meeting you all over again.
Full of surprises, aren't you friend.

Everywhere I go, you're already here.
I'm too predictable, that much is clear.
You persist, only seeing the truth inside.
I persist, only searching for somewhere to hide.

Who I am, isn't that my choice?
So why am I certain I need your voice?
And why do I run, from what I don't want to hear.
When I know it's only me I have to fear.

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Still commented Comment · Jan 16, 2012

Thanks for the review. I am terrible with punctuation. I'll clean it up. I'm not sure how to change the line at the end of the first stanza. It says what I meant but I do see your point. I'll have to think about it. Thanks so much for your help.

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tgirly wrote a review Review · Jan 16, 2012

You should probably work on your punctuation at the end of the line. Also, the last line of the first stanza was off, it kind of messed up the flow and didn't really make any sense. I love, love, love the rest of the piece though; your rhyming scheme is really good and you did a great job keeping it going. Hope this helps!



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