Remember me? The heart you left to beat alone. The one you left no hand to hold My heart gone cold, my love grown old. My mind worn and my soul sold...
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I’ve walked this winding road, with faith by my side,
Believing in friendships, though many have died.
I saw a spark in you, or maybe just a flicker,
But even the brightest flames grow dimmer and thinner.
I held you close, through whispers and doubts,
Defending your name, while silencing shouts.
But life reveals what we often can’t see,
The heart’s true colors, its silent decree.
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A book, hideous and white,
Half way through its fight,
Met a pen, high with might.
It's tip so smooth.
Ink like a soft flute.
It's form, loving and cute.
Now the book had this weired feel,
It thought the pen was here to fill.
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Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
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We feel it in our bones,
we feel it in our muscles.
We act our way through it
so they won't see the struggle.
We put on a fake smile
and say that we're "O.K."
We lie and say that were fine
that we're just tired all day.
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Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
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I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter. I'm a master of solitude, and don't mind taking the latter.
'Life's too short' and I think we still take it too seriously, or maybe I'm just privileged to live in a First World country.
I take advantage of inheritance, but at the cost of my heritage. I used to feel ashamed for being Chinese instead of the white American.
The moral of life is 'you live and you learn,' but Matthew barely lived, and Michael can't truly learn.
I try to find lightheartedness in unfortunate situations, but sometimes it's like watching your house burn up while being thankful for God's graciousness.
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Love is a river that flows freely,
but for me,it became a dam.
It did not carry me to open seas,
but anchored me to you.
Each step I took was toward you,
even when the road was jagged.
Each breath I drew whispered your name,
even when silence was my only companion.
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Love,a force so wild,so free,
now binds my heart in agony.
It reaches out,yet pulls me back,
a cruel path,a tortured track.
The stars above,they see my pain,
whisper truths I can't explain.
To hold you close,to touch your hand,
is but a dream I cannot stand.
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I feel like a dog on a leash, nailed to the ground in your yard.
How is it my happiness dictates your profane and wicked ways?
Your hearts are like water, shifting like your states of minds.
One moment you're warm and fluid, and the next you're cold and stone.
Although we don’t see eye to eye, there is such a thing as compromise.
Your authority almost killed me the first time around.
How are you so blind-sighted to all the times you've let me down?
So, the next time you ask me why I don't want to stay,
Maybe you'll look back and finally acknowledge your mistakes before it's too late.
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