Dark brown eyes with your light smile
Run it back to the day we met
Long straight hair and a suspicious air
We don't know why just yet
Up the steps, I saw you walking
Up to my front door
Not here for me no, not for me
At least not til you're 24
Rosaries tied in pretty string
Hanging from your neck It's beautiful
Apologies fall from your mouth, please
As if my heart isn't yours
It's not up to me what it is you see
Especially not like this
And forgive me please but I think I need
Something sweet to come from your lips
I'll quietly retreat down into the bleak
Of my own rotten soul
and you'll watch me sink would you even try
To save me at all
It's alright I will live but with
You, I'll thrive
Let me dream just a little more
About the Creator
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This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Beautifully written. Well done.