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Past RepeatsEmotionless facial expression,
The windows to the soul says all,
A course of obsession,
Broken, now stands an iron wall.
Past repeats again,
With a new face in view,
Begins an emotional drain,
A waiting to be broke through.
Kind words open a hole,
A wanting that needs to be filled,
Memories scarred the Soul,
And the moment is killed.
Action speaks louder than words,
Brings pain or joy, you make the choice,
Won't be the first, or the third,
Could be the end or start, it only takes a voice.
Reasons for fear,
Ruins or may tell the truth,
No happy memories of Youth.
Doubt fulfills truth, or leads to pain,
Reasons of which cannot be deleted,
Replayed over and over the human brain,
Again, the past is repeated.
Two words told to all, (Don't leave)
Two word told by all, (I won't)
A promise is made, and then falls.
Trust is given, and then fails.
Past repeats again and again.
What if...?What if I wanted to stop fighting for my life?
Give it up and never look back,
What if I wanted to break and shout it all out?
Would you still be here?
What if I screamed and shouted,
No more smiles, no more laughter,
Showed how I really felt,
Would you still see me as the same?
This is killing me, this is killing me.
What if I stopped and stared at you,
Didn't speak a word,
Would you ignore, or hug me?
What if I wanted to run away?
Run away from my mistakes,
Never look back.
Would you come find me?
This is who I really am,
This is who I really am.
This is who I really, really, am.
Would you still want me?
What if I told you, my deepest and darkest secrets?
Would you hold them and keep them locked up?
What if I broke and fell?
Would you put everything back?
What if I couldn't take this anymore?
What if this I became weak,
What if, what if, answer me,
Would you tell me the truth?
What if I told you something?
You, or them, won't understand.
All I want is you,
Would you take me and hold
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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