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Mar 2021
I've been up for days,
trying to find a way to write this confession down
for what I've done, I am not proud
but there's no need to pretend, no need for innocence
just got to be honest now

The verdict has come in,
it says I'm guilty for these sins of mine
i thought I could escape, but then I finally felt the weight,
of all your crimes
it's passion, it's not love, infatuation never ends up right

Ten thousand times I have screamed
over and over for you to notice me
until my voice breaks
for all this heartache
to gently fade away

Where are the pictures, of you and me?
put aside for no one else to see
afraid of what they might say
but if my heart breaks
at least I still have your yesterday

Not everything said should be heard
some things should stay
buried in the dirt
and when there is no target for your anger
could it be that you're the one who is hurt?

So many pointless conversations
about who's right or wrong,
you or me
every mirror it hides a different reflection
and we both got faces that we don't like to see

But I'll try to find some shelter in this quiet beauty
of a silent night
when the sun has finally set
and pray this worry will finally leave my mind
where it's just me and this pale moonlight

When I think of fates worse than death
all I can think of is something you once said
we were golden, bright like the sun
and now I am stranded
knowing I was never truly the one

With an ocean of anger flowing through me
blood-stained and broken from what I failed to see
that just like a snake charmer you led me astray
now I'm living in distress
just hoping some help is on it's way

In the midst of this storm searching for shelter
i came upon one single feather
and made a half-hearted wish for something better
all the while being gracefully cursed
i thirst

Burned into these ashes and soil
i'm dyed-in-the-wool
there's iron in my blood, yet i'm still so vulnerable
but after I'm truly gone, and once my heart finally leaves
you will be left alone to the wolves and real thieves.
Ashley Rodden
Written by
Ashley Rodden  32/F/Missouri
(32/F/Missouri)   
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