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How can I miss what I don’t love? You hardly leave my mind I am left in awe of You, with the demanding presence, it’s true I remember a time when jealousy grew. Always watching you from afar But never do I hear from you, my morning lark. A few moments frozen in time Have given me this false sense of sublime Sadly, so many would hold them to a shrine. Observers in the distance Know nothing of this, My empty soul and weakening persistence. Unfitting, this battle grows old My springs fade to winter And your heart proves too cold Too cold, to even harbor a beacon of hope Baggage carried at an inclined slope. It goes against the grain To throw it all away More damage would only cause more pain. Why do you jest at old wounds And play yourself a sad little tune When it is you that buries us in this solid tomb? It is now, that the lights are out We have learned to shield our hearts But I’m still here, going about Picking up the pieces A shame to use these Folly, weakening adhesives. My only wish is for you to let me be You have performed no sisterly duty I continue to stand in the middle Yearning to be set free.
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Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
Dear Sister,
How can I miss what I don’t love? You hardly leave my mind I am left in awe of You, with the demanding presence, it’s true I remember a time when jealousy grew. Always watching you from afar But never do I hear from you, my morning lark. A few moments frozen in time Have given me this false sense of sublime Sadly, so many would hold them to a shrine. Observers in the distance Know nothing of this, My empty soul and weakening persistence. Unfitting, this battle grows old My springs fade to winter And your heart proves too cold Too cold, to even harbor a beacon of hope Baggage carried at an inclined slope. It goes against the grain To throw it all away More damage would only cause more pain. Why do you jest at old wounds And play yourself a sad little tune When it is you that buries us in this solid tomb? It is now, that the lights are out We have learned to shield our hearts But I’m still here, going about Picking up the pieces A shame to use these Folly, weakening adhesives. My only wish is for you to let me be You have performed no sisterly duty I continue to stand in the middle Yearning to be set free.
alee
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alee
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
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