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As time ticks by this night
seconds turn to munites, then to hours
my anxiety grows with every second

But why?

A simple meeting
nothing more than just that
but still, my blood rushes when I think of it

Perhaps it is the worry that I will make a mistake
or they will not like me

or is it
the possibility
I can continue the tradition
for another generation?
The idea is in my head
the brush and paint the medium
the simple thought
to live in a fantasy

slowly the dream becomes true
as others now see
what I saw
I sit and type my feelings away
Unsure how to untangle this mess of a mind

I want to sit and cry.
I want to just sleep.
I want to just walk away.

Why do you have to mimic the hold on me like before?

A promise that I believed
A promise that was once again
Broken

But you admit your mistakes
you tell me for the first time
that I deserve better

no one ever told me that
which make you stand out among the past

But can I believe an empty promise again?
I had almost forgotten the sound of your voice
The slight lisp you have
and how it made my heart flutter

But this time is different.
I couldn't let my heart soar as it had before
I had to keep it locked up

Locked up from the damage you did
Locked up from years of torment
Locked up
from you

I trusted you, and you broke it
a simple action made me question everything

but now we talk
small conversations
but still conversations I had begged for previously

I want you to be happy
but I am slowly understanding




That it will never be with me..........
As my time draws near
I sit and think of the past
trying to make peace with it all

Unsaid words plagued my mind
The fear of never being able to
made me reach out one last time

Now here we are
playing a game of chance and limbo

unsure what to do next
after our hearts poured out for one another

a simple game
a simple dance
a story left unfinished

will this be the end to my story
or is it just another chapter altogether?
Wipe your tears
   Hide your pretty face

            Maybe then they won't see
                        

                                     your such discgrace
Time ticks by
Some people celebrate numbers
And others dread them
All the same in the end

One more tick on life's counter
till a relaxation of death comes

No one can reverse it
not are we the same are before
time changes us all
situations shape us
as we
grow up


and try to find our place in life
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