I struggle.
the stress of it.
not worth the result it produces.
You smile.
the strain of it.
not worth the sadness it reduces.
You cry.
always alone.
always in the deepness of night.
I find.
never soon enough.
new ways to bring the light.
I am.
turned the wrong right way round.
making me consistently inconsistent.
You are.
a compass of life.
caring, giving, patient and persistent.
You wear.
a mask of lives.
a carefully constructed web of lies.
I bring.
a depth of right.
that your strength of will defies.
We are.
two sides.
always oppositely opposing.
We share.
impossibly.
the feelings we're imposing.
I struggle.
no more.
careworn becomes carefree.
You smile.
a passion filled effort.
as it always was meant to be.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 5:34 AM UTC
I struggle.
the stress of it.
not worth the result it produces.
You smile.
the strain of it.
not worth the sadness it reduces.
You cry.
always alone.
always in the deepness of night.
I find.
never soon enough.
new ways to bring the light.
I am.
turned the wrong right way round.
making me consistently inconsistent.
You are.
a compass of life.
caring, giving, patient and persistent.
You wear.
a mask of lives.
a carefully constructed web of lies.
I bring.
a depth of right.
that your strength of will defies.
We are.
two sides.
always oppositely opposing.
We share.
impossibly.
the feelings we're imposing.
I struggle.
no more.
careworn becomes carefree.
You smile.
a passion filled effort.
as it always was meant to be.
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