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Feb 2019
Remember how I said

I wrote it in pen

But you forgot to read

The back of it.

I told you what it said
And then quickly took it back
But I meant every word of it.

I whispered underneath
My wolf in sheep's clothing

I said

I'll always leave in the end.

Every little step, every little breath
You were losing every part of me.

Since I said my farewell
You paint it onto a tombstone
While I tried to lead with nothing but love
But lived in nothing but agony
Fighting to keep and coddle you
Elevate and praise you.

I've heard from the mouthes around me
Such unpleasant sounds
About your state, your face, the way you
Use
And use
People.

You hum loudly from afar
You bang on drums and sing out of tune songs
I set myself free

I create lines in the sand
And move past the men
That don't know or understand how to see me
Or my full flames.

And that's really all there is to it.

That's all there really is.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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