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Where is Me?
Everyone who says hello, Will one day say goodbye.
Living is an illness, And the war is past.
Sometimes without warning, Or giving a reason why.
Finally the crisis, Is over at last.
If you be my star, I'll be your sky.
Let's hope tonight, We don't run out of light.
I'm lashing out, not bothering you to cry.
I'm going down, without a fight.
Are we quotation marks, inverted and upside down?
Clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence.
What is this world, this suffocating town?
Regretting lives we did not choose, we aren't asking for repentance.
Our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.
You hold my secrets in your mouth, yet you won't let me hear.
And while I'm spending my life, folded between pages,
You pile more books upon the one I'm in, I can't be free.
Living is an illness, And the war is past.
Sometimes without warning, Or giving a reason why.
Finally the crisis, Is over at last.
If you be my star, I'll be your sky.
Let's hope tonight, We don't run out of light.
I'm lashing out, not bothering you to cry.
I'm going down, without a fight.
Are we quotation marks, inverted and upside down?
Clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence.
What is this world, this suffocating town?
Regretting lives we did not choose, we aren't asking for repentance.
Our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.
You hold my secrets in your mouth, yet you won't let me hear.
And while I'm spending my life, folded between pages,
You pile more books upon the one I'm in, I can't be free.
Published 11th Mar 2015
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11th Mar 2015 5:27am
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12th Mar 2015 11:31pm
thank you so much, and like I've said, I don't think deeply too often. I'm pretty proud of this piece.
