Someone Else’s Story
In someone else’s story In someone else’s memory Sometimes we are criminal Sometimes we are the habitual Offenders, the keepers of heart ache The owners of bones that break Trying to support the weight Of words that were spoken too late Of love that couldn’t bare the hate That two halves become When they decide they are not the one When eyes grow tired and heavy When hearts grow cold and wary When lovers die And we find We are just shells where holes reside In someone else’s story we hide The truth about ourselves when things don’t go our way In someone else’s story we were asked to stay And we didn’t. And when someone asks questions we forbid it The thought that we may be the very darkness we complain about In the poems we write, in the lyrics we shout In someone else’s story We don’t get to write the history Sometimes the victors don’t Sometimes people won’t Believe What they read And who really wins anyway? We ...