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Can You Hear Me

My mind my greatest bully Constantly beating me up shoving me out the way Steady trying to catch my breath Try not to regret The top half of my shirt wet my mind cying from so much wonder IF, an's, Maybes I'm feeling a little shady I'm in a relationship an when my heart races Its screaming "You cant erase this!!" Your glowing skin your contagious smile Cute laugh your quirkiness Oh how I miss... NO SNAP OUT OF IT! My mind screams "No that's in the past it did not last shake it off for it will not pass!" A part of me wishes I never asked you out who knows where we would be I cant stop my brain from wondering I dont want to regret Like every human I want answers It's for my heart the one falling apart I know I'm meant to feel more Compare my heart to a toy Throw it in the corner after it brings you much joy Move on I miss the conversation I miss your intellect The way you turned me on no matter what time it was or the choice of words you would say My mind screams "No that's in the past it did not last shake it off for it will not pass!" Our time was cut short I believe there was a meaning for this What am I supposed to take in from all of this? I want to hear you say my name again If it has to end Let's end the right way have one more Phone call we can leave off on a laugh instead of hurt Just like this poem I have been everywhere part of me pretends not to care Why did we stop talking? The path we chose we should not have walked nor even talked My mind screams "No that's in the past it did not last shake it off for it will not pass!" AHH I just want to yell !!!!! Play this back as if it was a movie reel Recreate my start an end I wonder if you still think of me they way my mind makes me think of you

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