People leave a lot
Without care
Pretend like we are not
The person that we were
Time and distance
Never compare
to whatever hindrance
wanting to overwhelm
Stare closely.
I feel what to feel.
you lie so deeply
regardless, you conceal.
Hit the ground
and break into pieces
But you stick around
without hugs and kisses
cold maybe
sadness to disagree
that this right here
Is wrong for me
An inaudible lie
obscure but still wanting
There until you turn
to whatever is your calling.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
People leave a lot
Without care
Pretend like we are not
The person that we were
Time and distance
Never compare
to whatever hindrance
wanting to overwhelm
Stare closely.
I feel what to feel.
you lie so deeply
regardless, you conceal.
Hit the ground
and break into pieces
But you stick around
without hugs and kisses
cold maybe
sadness to disagree
that this right here
Is wrong for me
An inaudible lie
obscure but still wanting
There until you turn
to whatever is your calling.
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