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They Come to Me When Things Are Still
They come to me when things are still
And leave me without choice to hear
The things I've heard and know too well
Of tired topics,
To be clear
I, myself and just the ears
Without chance to think, or speak
It seems all I do is overhear
Their endless banter of
Self critique
Seldom, do I have a moment
For myself
Today, for instance
Was particularly loud
Who...
Friday 22nd January 2021 3:05 am
The Walls We Built
I could not reach you
But how I sought to
How desperately I longed
To belong to you
But the walls between us
The ones you built
Stood far too strong
And far too tall
For me to reach
Oh, but how I tried
How relentlessly I cast my bleeding hands
Against the jagged rocks and stones
That kept me from you
Lost,
Alone
But how I tried
And I wait...
Friday 22nd January 2021 2:32 am
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