My heart beats slow, my heart beats fast
Realizing the mistakes of my past
A time, burdened with the need of my own
Negating the need I was shown
A need of affection, a need of rest
A need of time to be put to the test
A test to fail, a test to succeed
The true judge for the moment of free
My blood is pumping, my blood is slowed
My solitude is now confined by a single blow
Free of it all, free to be thyself
Although, this freedom seems so miss felt
It feels like a withering leaf
The glum look of autumn's dead breach
The dead now covered, all by frost
Cover it all up so you don't feel lost
Once the snow melts, the ground will produce
Fresh new life between this truce
Rewind to spring, were the feelings first blossomed
Life changes like the weather, seasons and lissomes
The joyous days are always dire
But so are the troubles, rooted in the mire
Clean out the bog, clean out the swamp
For underneath it all lies love that don't decomp
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