I almost said what my heart cries,
Every night, with covered blinds.
My heart bleeds every day.
Wishing one day you hear it play,
The music hurts, but it is chosen to be played.
Every night the cold embrace,
Hoping one day it won't feel the same.
But every word I strive to speak,
Is defeated by the utter weak.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
I almost said what my heart cries,
Every night, with covered blinds.
My heart bleeds every day.
Wishing one day you hear it play,
The music hurts, but it is chosen to be played.
Every night the cold embrace,
Hoping one day it won't feel the same.
But every word I strive to speak,
Is defeated by the utter weak.
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