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My unknowing heart Untrusting mind A future as uncertain as the wind She speaks too much I learned too young to never get my hopes up What will become of me My tornado of disappointment It ripped all the flowers from my garden I need a future as certain as the tides But I rarely go to the ocean All the petals that fall from your mouth form a pipe dream The dead end tunnel I reside in I built a little garden at my feet Ill try and use the new petals to build a way out
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
Pipe Dream
My unknowing heart Untrusting mind A future as uncertain as the wind She speaks too much I learned too young to never get my hopes up What will become of me My tornado of disappointment It ripped all the flowers from my garden I need a future as certain as the tides But I rarely go to the ocean All the petals that fall from your mouth form a pipe dream The dead end tunnel I reside in I built a little garden at my feet Ill try and use the new petals to build a way out
#disappointment#sadness#hope#emotions#flowers#garden
Rad-and-sad
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25/F/New York
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
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