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  no longer will I let your confusion consume all
I watch as the twinkle of your eye fades to an end
no longer into your eyes I will fall
I smile knowing I can breathe easy again
a season is over iíve weathered the squall
time for the season of spring to enter in
time for the rebirth of all that passed away
time for the carelessness to ultimately begin
time to see the beautiful light of a new day
time to display a smile once again
time to see an eclipsing darkness fade

your two faces confused and bewildered me
I would hang on every word every lie
before your second face I refused to see
now itís so painfully loud I canít deny

I donít care what you have to say
your words affect me no more
I just turn to walk away
behind me forcefully closing the door
iím no longer your moldable clay
someone else can take my place
I no longer want to speak with you
too many tears have rolled down our face
we wasted so many hateful and meaningless words too
now out of your life I will step with grace

your two faces confused and bewildered me
I would hang on every word every lie
before your second face I refused to see
now itís so painfully loud I canít deny

I stand strong for the first time since you
the scars are clearer then daylight on a summerís morn
youíve taken so much from me I can never forgive you
unable to forget you with my hands so torn
unable to fill youíre gapping whole
forever part of my past youíll be
but I wonít look upon it with a smiling soul
I canít deny you youíre a bad memory
glad to take back your acquired control

your two faces confused and bewildered me
I would hang on every word every lie
before your second face I refused to see
now itís so painfully loud I canít deny

I would hang on every word every lie
now itís so painfully loud I canít deny


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  this side note is going to be a little different then the rest. it's not going to give you any info on the poem, rather this side note will plead that the person this poem is about realizes where i was when i wrote this poem. that they understand that i don't mean those words. it was just a way of venting emotion.


 


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