What Is This Really
It end with the moon,
Over-seeking the sky,
It all begins with sun,
Beating down on thy shoulders.
All's I can think of,
Right now is that my day begins with;
A cry for help.
A shout of terror,
Drumming through thy ears..
A knock of pride,
A stare full of fear,
Mocking my every move.
Deep within myself,
I see a little girl that may try,
To pry open someone's heart
To jump in there,
And convince myself I fell for you.
But what is it really?
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