Buried
Every day is a reminder
That I’ve taken off the blinders
and now I see
what it means to be
to feel so free
yet so caught by this feeling
that I’ve fought without fleeing
and to come to the conclusion
that my delusion
was to think that I’d ever be able
to wipe the table
and to move on
Without a second thought,
Or third or fourth,
Because that’s what your worth
And if I were to unearth
All the feeling’s I’ve kept buried,
In this world so bloodied by lies
And fill’d with sad goodbyes
Of which I want no part,
Because in my heart,
I know
I know I want you to stay,
What I want you to say
And I want to lay to rest
All the rest of the possibilities.
Every day is a reminder
Of just how much kinder the world could be
To grant me the possibility
To express the real me
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