Daniele Cerasoli

People will grow
And people will die
Some people go through life
Without a try.
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I had you
But I didn't cherish that time
I turned my back for a split second
When you and I were in our prime.
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What is Remembrance?
Is it the length of our memory
Or the persistence of time?
It is neither
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Take my life before you now
See the falling baby and the broken bough
Mend them both, and fix the glass
Of my love, ah! at last!
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Every rose has its thorns
A beautiful flower with a bothersome mark
So what seems to be flawless
Is really quite stark.
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My heart hurts
I just want to tear it out
To spare myself the deep pain
Cause by this arid drought
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Everything seems to be falling
And it's all falling on top of you
I feel so helpless watching you suffer
But together, we'll make it through.
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These dull walls,
Collapsing in;
Coloured yellow,
Painted thin.
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Hope is a light
Shining bright
Leading us through
The blackened night.
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You were the most important person in my life
Maybe you still are
But now you seem to be fading
And that hurts me deeply.
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Well this sucks
Because you did nothing wrong
And yet I still find myself upset
At the one person I can't be upset with
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On the outside, you're smiling
Trying not to drag your feet
But on the inside, you're dying
Feeling overcome with defeat.
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I look up at the blue sky
Kissed with soft, swirling clouds
Up high, birds fly
There, by the white shrouds.
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I walk through a meadow
Which is covered with bloom
Flowers of every kind
Try to overcome my gloom.
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Why do clouds suddenly appear?
Is it just for them to reign over me?
Because when the sun sits in the sky, so clear,
Shade may be what we most need.
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I can't tell what you're thinking
Like I used to be able to do
So I need you to talk
The words coming only from you.
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Saying what people want to hear
Saying what keeps them ever so dear;
Telling a lie is not unjust
For complete honesty is not a must.
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It was beautiful.
A decoration of trees, flowing
With the wind,
Outlining a lake which glistened
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I wish that things were the same
That everything was back to normal.
We used to be so comfortable with each other
Now it just seems awkward.
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A breath of wind so fierce,
The leaves of wood stir in the dusk,
Jagged razors arise on the fading limit;
Out of the sea, like mounts in a meadow,
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