Five years have passed so unbearably slow
I thought by now that I could finally let go
I walked down an endless series of halls
Looking for something that wasn't at all
I ran till my lungs burned, but couldn't escape
Ran all the way to the other side of the state
There is no escape from that fateful day
When I leaned in, when she walked away
So I have accepted my heart, I've come to grips
With the warmth in her smile, the curse in my lips
I've died once, but the burial shroud unfurled
And I rise, the poet who stopped the world.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Five years have passed so unbearably slow
I thought by now that I could finally let go
I walked down an endless series of halls
Looking for something that wasn't at all
I ran till my lungs burned, but couldn't escape
Ran all the way to the other side of the state
There is no escape from that fateful day
When I leaned in, when she walked away
So I have accepted my heart, I've come to grips
With the warmth in her smile, the curse in my lips
I've died once, but the burial shroud unfurled
And I rise, the poet who stopped the world.
Age 22, written 3/18/2016
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