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The EndYou told me everything I needed to know today I sent you a request that you denied You could have ignored it or let it stay or wait But you refused, you chose to pushThe End
Sure there may have been plenty of reasons, But the fact that you chose meant everything Though silent now, we may once again have seasons Some distant chance may allow us to talk
Catch up, see how life is reminisce But for now, it's over, done, complete the end And I have the closure I need to dismiss And live my life, the one I'm left with


Checkin the MirrorTake a deep breath in Then exhale through pursed lips Check my perspective in the mirror Start to move my hipsCheckin the Mirror
Am I ready for this? Honesty is the best policy She doesn't seem to mind So let's not do this falsely
I'm a nice guy I like people, and people like me Don't be nervous, don't overthink Just enjoy some steady company
A look at the past still hurts But that doesn't mean I have to live there A hug, a kiss, holding hands Signs that somebody cares
Slow and steady is what I need That will win the race I'm in &nb


Driving Myself...Secluded, alone, lonely Looking through a glass window Feeling studied, observed. Causes me loss of sanity I feel handicapped Mentally incongruous, or autistic No link to normal thinking I'm more in a world of my own Nobody's willing to cross this gap The one I can't traverseDriving Myself...


Pensive ProseThere he sat thinking about her, their extensive history, their current state, trying to figure out if it could ever be turned around. His mind floated vaguely around the topic in self-pity and sorrow. Honestly, he had put himself in this position, though most of the plan was carried out by his subconscious. It would have been easy for him to push the blame off on his family, but he felt responsible. He made the decision to break up. Stepping away, clearing his head, and figuring things out seemed like such a logical decision. That perhaps was the problem. She may nePensive Prose
Lava Ballad

Her PleaHer PleaHer Plea
'it will all get better in time'
they tell her, time and time again
trying to help ease her broken mind
but what is it that time will gain, she can't help but ask
feelings being masked.
state of heart ache,
feeling as if in any moment, she is going to break.
she sits and awaits for her answers to her prayers
time goes slowly, shes losing the abilities to care
she can hear the whispers of how shes cold hearted
but she can hear you and shes just getting started
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I am a part of all that I have met. ~Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Listen to your heart.
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