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I'm Just..
This ache in my chest,
Is the hit the face,
Reminding me I'm still here.
I can't be sure,
That breathing this stale air,
Is worth all this chasing.
The pond water shows the hidden secrets,
Reflecting my green eyes back.
Dull more the next sunrise.
Empty shades of colors,
Of the past and present.
I drown in music,
And get lost in the seas of memories.
Daydreams the bright light.
I can't remember the last real smile,
The true emotion gone;
Painted over,
Paved.
These words might not hit you right,
But I'm longing for this old keyboard.
I'm chasing after the dream,
The dream I held for so long.
I'm just longing,
I'm just wishing.
I need my words;
My poetry.
Is the hit the face,
Reminding me I'm still here.
I can't be sure,
That breathing this stale air,
Is worth all this chasing.
The pond water shows the hidden secrets,
Reflecting my green eyes back.
Dull more the next sunrise.
Empty shades of colors,
Of the past and present.
I drown in music,
And get lost in the seas of memories.
Daydreams the bright light.
I can't remember the last real smile,
The true emotion gone;
Painted over,
Paved.
These words might not hit you right,
But I'm longing for this old keyboard.
I'm chasing after the dream,
The dream I held for so long.
I'm just longing,
I'm just wishing.
I need my words;
My poetry.
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