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It takes a heart that's sewn into a sleeve,
to conquer the battle of impatience.
Selfless in hope for the a smile of a love.
with too many words to blanket this Earth.


and it takes a spirit that is entirely free,
to derail itself from tracks of worry.
and end up on the path where trust is a friend
.where hope is the rain pouring down.


It takes a soul who has been crushed to its core,
to build walls around love of appreciation.
when the minute hand ticks to tell you "give in"
But you can't let negativity win.


but mostly it takes a heart full of fire,
to be willing to love as hard as it can,
when in only a second, it can shatter at hand...
loving true, is to free your mind and let your heart escape.
Behind the twinkle of your gaze
Past the walls you so fervently constructed
At times,
I see your pain
I feel the anguish in your eyes
The quivering of your lip quickly forced away by a misplaced grin
Surrounded by the emptiness of this void we call life
I wish nothing more than to hear those alluring three words
The glow you radiate envelopes any room
Your smile casts any doubt I have in life
How can someone be so incredible?
I am the lucky one
You show how utterly beautiful life can be
That this existence is not some random succession of meaningless events
With you,
life takes shape
life retains hope

Life has meaning.
I'm gonna sew your lips
And show you what you've done
I'm gonna sew your lips
Cause I'm your surgeon

I'm gonna wait til you break down
Til you crawl inside your cave
I'm gonna fill my chalice
With blood trickling down your arm

I'm gonna set you on fire
And see how your body burns
Gonna watch your cold words melt
to ghosts that haunt these halls

You believe in doll houses
And fancy shiny cars
Anything to give you comfort
Anything to keep you safe

Anything to give you comfort
Anything to keep them away
Trapped, pent up frustration.
Block, and then release.
Pull on the reins, ease on the tension.
Back and forth, over and over.
Restlessness, to contentment, and back.
Funneled to but one, cramped outlet.
What shall I do?
Stick it out, wait around?
Turn tail, flee, never return?

— The End —