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Out of the shadow, Clarity washing away the residential delusion. Indescriminate light blinding my soul, All I knew-now,
Thorns and buds
Reality is love has been lost, But friendship has been gained. Reality is I am sad, But will laugh again.
You tried to break me, tear me down. Distruction is all you know. And yet, You couldn't destroy the unexpected beauty that is me.
I said, 'No one else sees me.' You said, 'Let them.' I let them. I want to hide again.
I ache broken tears, Bleed regret. I can sense the moist, See the red.
When you lay on your back...crying Tears drip in your ears. Sucks.
I touched you I felt I've loved you ever since. Not together
My broken eyes, the years and the tears, The anger, the fears, the wrinkles and the deep regret. The patience lost, the happiness tossed, The trampled moments and the unfulfilled promise.
Lost in a sea of abandoned dreams and disillusionment. Treading water for a breath of hope.
Its embarrassing to be that person. To love someone that doesn't feel the same. The saddness, patheticness. The weakness.
When finding yourself, Don't forget those that loved you Even though you were lost.
It's not any different-letters written, ...
I awoke this morning and felt a hole. The familiar hole I have felt for years, Decades. Everytime I have to let you go away,
I love you, Yes. But Bigger. Bigger than tears and smiles. Bigger than saddnes, happiness,
Shut-up, insecure nonsense! I am claiming the good in me. I am claiming all the wonder I am as a human. I am claiming all the glory I am as a woman.
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Out of the shadow,
Clarity washing away the residential delusion.
Indescriminate light blinding my soul,
All I knew-now,
Air of the light, thin.
A journey once predictable,
Now breaths on its own.
As stained glass to floor.
Looking away a fleeting comfort.
The light, the reality, the clarity, the journey must be.
For it already is.