My heart is an anchor,
My mind sets me free,
Thinking too much,
About what we could be.
Drained of my energy,
I'm trying to clear,
The mess that you made,
From believing your fear.
Looking for an external sign,
Rather than looking within,
I should have known better,
Than to bare your sin.
My back is broken,
Fighting my way down,
Every time you think of me,
You'll feel like a clown.
Time to focus on loving me,
I deserve much more,
Save your tears for another day,
It's time to close the door.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
My heart is an anchor,
My mind sets me free,
Thinking too much,
About what we could be.
Drained of my energy,
I'm trying to clear,
The mess that you made,
From believing your fear.
Looking for an external sign,
Rather than looking within,
I should have known better,
Than to bare your sin.
My back is broken,
Fighting my way down,
Every time you think of me,
You'll feel like a clown.
Time to focus on loving me,
I deserve much more,
Save your tears for another day,
It's time to close the door.
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