Friday, August 29, 2014

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The urge to let it all out still lingers
As the dawn breaks into my midnight terrors;
To confess means unyielding walls could be broken,
But to hold back means nothing will ever happen.

If at some point in our lives, I will cry on my wilted knees
Forgive my wounded soul for saying my heart’s piece.
A permanent crease on my jet black beam
I just can’t bury all of my shattered dreams.

For now I’ll carry on and laugh at my own grief,
But you will always be my favorite what if.

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