Aaron Lynn (7/13/94 / Evansville IN)
Not A Friend, Not An Enemy
Through the life that I have crafted,
Through the seeds I've left unsown.
Through the swiftest of betrayals,
Reaping all I've ever known.
As the tempest gains momentum,
As it faces me and groans.
I feel the tensions rising up
And keep the gauntlet in my hold.
You've lost all contact with my soul,
And with my entire spirit grinning,
I bury the gauntlet in the sand,
And mold myself a new beginning.
You're not my friend or enemy,
You're a poison in my past.
I held us together hopelessly,
Knowing it would never last.
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