Beautifully Broken
Butterflies that would roar within
The moist feeling upon my skin
Hearts are waiting
Always anticipating
I hate this feeling of compression
Must this always cause depression?
Why the yes and why the no
God, I wish I could know
The one thing I could adore
Is just way to hardcore
What’s the use?
All it does is cause excuse
Does this sensation over come you
Or are these lies just untrue
Wield the power to forgive
So that you may live
Take your time to try
What’s the use in being shy?
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