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re Apr 2017
the sky turns grey
and then the patters
softly fall down
dampen my clothe
it feels so cold

stand between the unvailing decisions
stare at the old fool
cry for the unsure
stuck in this skittish

i know i should run
furthermost
unchain my soul
but
should i let this cracky heart
just fall onto miserable surface?
tom krutilla Aug 2015
can we begin all over again
but this time at the end
not a rewind of the past
only the unvailing of our masks
may I  start
if I can only be your hero
from sunrise to sunset
and the night has it's touch
to sooth your heart from it's unrest
and now you
your persuasion over me, has it's limits
the free spirit in me, is a constant
and this void I have, is not because of you
shall I say it's part genetics
we both start
may we agree that the verses
that lead to the bridge
somehow flow to the chorus of our perfect melody
perhaps the notes can be tweaked just enough
that we will one day, be in perfect harmony

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