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This poem is called Rescue
Rescue
Where was the promise?
Everything that was supposed to be just flooded away.
Rescue, how did us become the separation of one.
so tired of asking why with no hand to reach for.
The Burns of giving myself to the wrong person.
Crying for your safety.
Locked in my emotions.
How do you Revive the heartless.
Rescue.
Always on the edge and you let me fall.
Drowning in doubt.
How can I be OK?
Running with no destination.
Why I am lost?
I’ll let your story deceive me.
Rescue.
I was feeling the plane crash, still I try to push you towards the sky.
Guilty in your eyes I’ll let you judge me to the fullest extent.
Rescue
Good days were like trying to grasp water in the desert.
The lies were your playing cards.
I was too weak to fight.
Faith wouldn’t let me turn away.
Searching for me in my own body.
Rescue.
I hope I can remember when something good comes to me.
Rescue me so the nightmares become bright dreams.
Rescue me so I can be hand to hand again.
Rescue me from broken and black roses.
Let me be first instead of racing.
Waiting for the night seems so long.
Break my selfishness and be the missing piece.
Waving my hand waiting to be rescued!
Where was the promise?
Everything that was supposed to be just flooded away.
Rescue, how did us become the separation of one.
so tired of asking why with no hand to reach for.
The Burns of giving myself to the wrong person.
Crying for your safety.
Locked in my emotions.
How do you Revive the heartless.
Rescue.
Always on the edge and you let me fall.
Drowning in doubt.
How can I be OK?
Running with no destination.
Why I am lost?
I’ll let your story deceive me.
Rescue.
I was feeling the plane crash, still I try to push you towards the sky.
Guilty in your eyes I’ll let you judge me to the fullest extent.
Rescue
Good days were like trying to grasp water in the desert.
The lies were your playing cards.
I was too weak to fight.
Faith wouldn’t let me turn away.
Searching for me in my own body.
Rescue.
I hope I can remember when something good comes to me.
Rescue me so the nightmares become bright dreams.
Rescue me so I can be hand to hand again.
Rescue me from broken and black roses.
Let me be first instead of racing.
Waiting for the night seems so long.
Break my selfishness and be the missing piece.
Waving my hand waiting to be rescued!
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