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And here I sit,
In tears yet again
Wishing I could let it all out
Emotions ready to spill
In salt laden streams
While in my head I shout
Old wounds are opened
And new ones are made
Each time I mull over the past
Strong is my will
As I duck tape the cracks
Not knowing how long it will last
When there is no other fix
The dam will burst forth
And a river of tears I will cry
My soul misses that touch
Of soft fingers and lips
Never felt but for in the minds eye
There is really no end
To the yearning I feel
So I'll accept what I must face
In my dream you will stay
Till fate brings you to me
To rest in my loving embrace
Copyright © Beth Bresnahan | Year Posted 2014
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