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I wear my cloak of crows With a sly eye to the door Hanging on the thought Of leaving because I've never really stayed The black feathers flock to the window Beady eyes survey my inaction As the pitter patter of raindrops Hum along the glass I'm comforted for a moment By my new ****** of friends Gazing into my past And the uncertain future The rapid beat of my heart Regains my attention To the clutch on the armrest My eyes have since shifted Back to the door... Like I'm there once again Such a persistent memory The one where it is too late When regrets manifest Into demons we carry Through the mud, these burdens Never letting you forget that instant So I sit in this chair In this room focused On the door ready to run At the end of the day All the convincing in the world Cannot change true nature Not when it counts Not when it matters
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Door and Introspection
I wear my cloak of crows With a sly eye to the door Hanging on the thought Of leaving because I've never really stayed The black feathers flock to the window Beady eyes survey my inaction As the pitter patter of raindrops Hum along the glass I'm comforted for a moment By my new ****** of friends Gazing into my past And the uncertain future The rapid beat of my heart Regains my attention To the clutch on the armrest My eyes have since shifted Back to the door... Like I'm there once again Such a persistent memory The one where it is too late When regrets manifest Into demons we carry Through the mud, these burdens Never letting you forget that instant So I sit in this chair In this room focused On the door ready to run At the end of the day All the convincing in the world Cannot change true nature Not when it counts Not when it matters
devin-ortiz
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
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