• Filling The Stead

    Bottled up feelings have me seeming cold, This back and forth act is getting rather old, I have given my all and you’re still not sold, Give me the word and we can start this mould   More promising times seem to be ahead, Will it make up for the amount I’ve bled? I’ve listened

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  • Scars

    The knowledge that you peeled And the pain that you feel Through your rain filled windshield Is something that will heal   Small scars will remain brief As you recover fast But it is my belief That I’ve found peace at last

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