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Poetry

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Wrote this song last night. Usually I take my time and try to perfect it but with this one I just let the words flow. I wouldn't say that it's my best work but I like the straightforwardness and simplicity of it.


DISS(CONNECTED)


Time is passing by

He's not here

Love is all around

But not for me


Started loving myself

Being myself

Did that change things?

I now understand my worth

I keep my word

I hold my reins


Maybe it's the way I look now

Hair grown out and the extra weight

Or maybe I am aware now

That some people never deserved me


But how do I make my brain understand

That it isn't me, it's them

How do I make my heart calm down

When all I see is the sky that's been painted red


Head in my hands

I give out too many chances

To the ones who don't deserve them

Even when it comes to friendships

Without trying I become the culprit

They want space, they sure deserve it


So I lay here

Alone in my bed

Contemplating

All the things that were said


"If only you could be angry, it would be easier"

"I'll reach out to you when I am happier"

"Depressed souls around me, I need space"

But when you all were on your knees

You'd keep me close, face to face

And I never left your side

I said I'd never leave your side

But you pushed me aside

Like I was never a part of your life


A part, you wish you could erase

A chapter, quickly brush through, flip the page

And I guess it's alright now

Each one to their own

So I'll be on my own

Leave all of you alone


And it isn't easy

To share so much history

Leave it to be a mystery

But watch me

It's best to dig deep and bury

Even if it makes your vision blurry


May the wind blow

Carry away my "fair-weather friends"

I'll watch the downpour

The flowers will blossom again

I'll gladly share them

But this time more carefully

And I hope

I walk down the altar, catch the taste of his gorgeous lips


Someday I'll laugh about it (with him)

I'll win my toughest battles (with him)

Late night conversations (with him)

Arms that feel like home (oh, it's him)

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