In a few days apart,
My reverie was torn,
My wound ripped open,
Sliced by your silence,
The cold shoulder you bear,
Is not you own but one created,
During a brawl of misunderstanding,
One which burns my heart into flames,
I stand on the brink of oblivion,
Staring off into the abyss,
Where I see a life of eternity,
One filled with truth and peace,
Open that angered mouth,
Murmur a few words,
Tell me you love me,
Don't look over my head,
I'm right in your path,
Unlock your senses, open your eyes,
Be filled with joy not anger,
Please let out your voice,
For I am your daughter,
Speak to me... speak.
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