Keel Hauled
I almost think you're
killing me inside.
No, it must be me.
I'm mentally killing myself,
keel hauled over wishes
and wonderings and dreams.
You say there's no hope
but my heart doesn't hear.
You say you're truly sorry
but I can't believe the end.
Can happiness truly return
after such devistation?
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