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 Oct 2012 This One
Amanda Leigh
I'm running running & running yet you still attract
Intuition forever exact
Yet I continue to ignore it's fact

As you put on a show, your pace painfully slow
You've become a foe as your true colors flow
Why is it so hard to admit what I already know?

Your eyes no longer hold that something I hoped to attain,
My pure intentions all expressed in vain

You're broken, my heart is open
Your touch is something I beckon
Your lack of attention is something I attempt to examine
I guess I lied, you can't be broken
Looking in from my world
Your heart is already much too frozen
 Oct 2012 This One
Samuel
This is a
waste of time, all my
thoughtful pretending

and I seldom allow
myself to recognize who
I want to be, surrounded by
strings, a silently persisting
taboo future

— The End —