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Sep 2014
I'm scared to care
as everyone seems to just disappear.
They are there one second, promising to be around,
but when I need them, they never can be found.
When I start to fall,
sometimes a little too fast,
I find myself peering at my past.
I see that I've gotten hurt many times before,
turn around, I run for the door.
No more pain and no more tears,
as I've felt the pain for too many years.
"It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all,"
goes back in forth in my mind,
my body shakes, everything is in a bind.
For I don't know which move to make,
If you'll move your queen,
or if you'll check mate.
My tract record is very cluttered,
as I'm starting to run when my heart begins to flutter.
I can't tell if I'll be hurt again,
who knows how many more times my heart can bend.
9/25/14
Jacqui
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