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Apr 2021
Every dying minute that I have,
Every dying minute that I find,
Every bleeding day that I take listening to your heart,
Every single day,
Why am I afraid,
Why am I afraid,
I can't believe I said that,
Can't believe I did that,
Said that I was talking,
Never gave a name,
Like a stranger, was in my thoughts,
Clinging to me like a narrow arrow,
That leads me to the next guessing game,
Like, what I do?
It's always the same,
That, dying pain, that I seem to recognize,
every time I make a mistake,
When all I could have said that,
you were my Bae.

Your, kindness follows every walking hour,
Every second that I think it's over,
Just because I made 1 tiny error,
Now ignoring with more silent terrors,
I deserve it, I deserve it all,
You, gave me love and I just let it fall,
And now my path is blocked by a narrow wall,
Blocked away from your inner thoughts,
That I can't get through, and instead I'm lost,
Lost inside my own crazy mind,
That I can't control,
When my hearts on fire,
My heart keeps pounding,
My words are drowning every single reader,
That wants to come near,
To read their letters out of fear.

It's like my tongue is twisted,
And I can't sleep through this knowing somethings missing from your silent treatment,
All I hear is, should I say it,
Should I say it, no,
It's too early to express my feelings, yes,
Maybe I'll just wait it out,
Let him tell me first, so I don't feel 'barrased or,
Should I say it now,
Since I'm crazy inside,
Let the waves take me for another ride,
Let this crazy out,
Let this crazy loose,
Let this crazy take over my mind
and let it drown me out,
Like a Crazy Train buried deeper inside,
Waiting for someone to unbreak these chains
restraining me on every side,
But that's on me, that on me,
Every single day of every week,
That's my train when I'm deep inside my feelings,
Keeping every word sacred from your hearts tongue's follow,
I'd rather keep it caged deep down,
Letting no one in and keep faking smiles.

Can't stop writing all these heavy poems, can't stop sharing all my happy feelings, cannot stop waiting for discretion, my thoughts on fire like some burning metals, dripping down my face like a melting figure, that I cannot bring myself to finally call this, like a tortured fire, like a blazing arrow, shot straight through a farrow, through a narrowed pathway,
Through this Crazy Train that I cannot follow.
Samora
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Samora  25/F
(25/F)   
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