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Mar 2016
At first glance, petrified
Our love was unknown
Wounds yet to be, cut open and sewn

Alive were my fears as you walked up to me
We met every day, only our eyes came to speak

Tongue tied by beauty
Speechless by grace
Of a young love that truly knew me only by face

Silent and awkward
Stumbled stutters of sound
We're the first words I spoke
Falling out of my mouth

So quickly she stopped me
With a confident sway
She stepped in closer and to me she did say,

"Lend me your love and I'll take it away, the pain of your life it will dry and decay. Tell me the stories you've kept all this time, the secrets that heavily weigh on your mind. But never mistake me, I'm not staying for long. One day, my darling, you will write me a song. The title may be ever lonely and dark, but I'd rather you call it "The Weight Of My Heart"
Shyloh Hatfield
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Shyloh Hatfield  San Diego, CA
(San Diego, CA)   
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