Empty words
they always are;
base and cheap.
Beguiling my mind &
holding me back
alone.
No more
shall I be weak.
No more
shall I breathe
sentiment into silence.
No more
will you be what you were.
I see you now
distilled and meek
as you are.
Slapped across your face,
with what you never could give.
Sunday, May 6
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Intense! I can relate to watever uve written. For once I'm silent, reminiscing on things tat cudve been had I listened to tat part of me tat kept prodding me to wake up and make a life outta it...hmmm....
...Di
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