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precipice of time
Seething with thoughts
Unrealized passion
Sensuality stuck in time
Never fully developed
From childhood to now
Dead dreams
Lay all around me
Real is not real
Fake is fake
Hardly anyone listens
Certainly no one hears
People that are blind
See better than I
I am nothing
Trying to be
Master at something
Only to deceive
Heartbreak heaven
Heartbreak hell
Now I can be free
At least, try to believe
My freedom is priceless
And I grant me a reprieve
I will cry a lot
I will cry a little
Build me back up
Til I see beyond
The precipice of time
Unrealized passion
Sensuality stuck in time
Never fully developed
From childhood to now
Dead dreams
Lay all around me
Real is not real
Fake is fake
Hardly anyone listens
Certainly no one hears
People that are blind
See better than I
I am nothing
Trying to be
Master at something
Only to deceive
Heartbreak heaven
Heartbreak hell
Now I can be free
At least, try to believe
My freedom is priceless
And I grant me a reprieve
I will cry a lot
I will cry a little
Build me back up
Til I see beyond
The precipice of time
Published 14th Mar 2020
| Edited 15th Mar 2020
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14th Mar 2020 3:12pm
15th Mar 2020 1:29am
15th Mar 2020 5:52pm
lost but not forgiten are the words i read a true teatamony to life
sad and happy rolled around into one
sad and happy rolled around into one
15th Mar 2020 6:20pm
16th Mar 2020 1:12pm
16th Mar 2020 1:27pm
Yes, we most certainly do. And time keeps on keeping on. It stops for no one and nothing. Thank you for the read.
