To move on in a week
After two years
Like i never existed
So i ask my walls
As your stand-ins
If you ever miss it
You live across the street
But theres still to much distance
To even speak
I'll change who i am
And hope that the best part of me
Wasn't yours to keep
And be born anew
Here's to the past
And what its taught me
And to all who ask me
"I'm not broken, just bend
I feel empty but im not spent
And someday my body,bed
and heart won't be for rent."
This is to move on.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
To move on in a week
After two years
Like i never existed
So i ask my walls
As your stand-ins
If you ever miss it
You live across the street
But theres still to much distance
To even speak
I'll change who i am
And hope that the best part of me
Wasn't yours to keep
And be born anew
Here's to the past
And what its taught me
And to all who ask me
"I'm not broken, just bend
I feel empty but im not spent
And someday my body,bed
and heart won't be for rent."
This is to move on.
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