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If Patience Cried
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With images bleakly walking across my eyelids
a tear escapes me
breaking through my hardest barriers
and here i am nothing but a harbinger a carrier
with the smell of roses wafting around me
wishing he'd come see me come see me
i let myself incubate these things
i allow myself to nurture my craze
and sit back and with a loose smile to think
these were my best days
all the while the thought remains the same
just wishing he'd come see me come see me
more like wondering if he could feel me
as if i'd ever forget the same
i ponder
if maybe on the tip of his tongue is my name
hoping im not alone in this beautifully loathesome game
beating back the fear that he'll never
come see me come see me
and that he's not the same
like a plane consumed in the sky
there's fog and places of clarity;
the shape of his face
the curl of his lips
the look in his eyes when they are upon me
clasping my hand against my mouth
to stifle the sounds of wallowsome despair
and once again those bleak images dance
wishing he'd come see me come see me
every week there will be something new posted, and links to the old stuff atleast i will try!!!. \let this be the beginning of site i want to never end.
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