I wish for words I fear will never come,
Finding ice in the silence
Regretting every nothingness
And hating all the reasons for the hurt behind those eyes.
The times are changing faster than we know,
I’m moving forward regardless,
Dragging my feet for your ball and chain,
It’s time to grow and greet the passing hours of your day.
Cringing at every close-mouthed moment,
Secrets burn in defensive absence
You can’t sculpt love with cautioned claws
Designed to keep clear highways for your reason and decision.
Shadows sprout in doubts long overgrown,
Fears dull conductivity,
Flint will only spark on solid rock,
It’s never too late to double back and question what you knew.
Author notes
Close to home indeed.
Is it passionless? I am frustrated to the point of numbness right now.
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Bec this is really good. Can i ask what this is about.
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