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My Hearts Funeral
Let my pen cry unto this paper, and perhaps your shoulder that it may need to be heard once more All my life I have struggled to fit in, self conscious of the world and its eyes that see it all I too regret many things, mistakes that changed my life forever Sitting here weeping my eyes out in anguish I try to stay strong and yet I fall even deeper with every scene I knew not of love until she came into my life Little did I know about affection and care led alone a hearts embrace If only I could go back in time and amend much of the pain that has toppled me now Will death just come and make my bed, I can't deal with my mesmerizing mind that takes me back Back to the unchanging past, history buried underneath many smiles and fake laughter I am to be to my lonesome since the very start No one can ever help me, amend me of my pain Unsecured of who I really am, and I weep desperately seeking answers Let the melody tune my eyes that they may see Forgotten to the world I shall become, for I have caused enough pain, I am my own enemy Underneath it all I have a heart of gold I write in her name always, for she inspires the butterflies that dwell deep in my stomach Allow me to cry on your shoulder Let's stand on the edge of the cliff, and after I grow faint in your eyes just push me off Happily I shall go, leaving nothing behind but my written art, to whom it may appeal This is your cordial invitation to my hearts funeral
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