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I don’t speak of the dark times
For I don’t know how to describe
Numb from the constant rows
Beating my head against the tide
All the while, I’m trying to keep in step
Attempts to parry everything exterior
Concurrent remedies do nothing
Resulting in the residue of the inferior
Intentions to escape these trappings
Quietly absconding along the coast
Ambitions to enliven another day
& thus a creation of a ghost
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Teetering on the perilous line
The internet reflecting our shame
Depending on exterior approvals
Our doubts are surely to blame
Where do we find some confidence
The ability to recharge our cheer
I know I always feel much better
When the bride of my heart is near Like this: Like Loading...
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We’re bound by structure of time
Not by the limits of exterior insensitivity You’re worthy of forgiving yourself Released from a lifetime of captivity Like this: Like Loading...
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But our dreams drip
Memories frothing to the surface Unknown to the exterior Remnants of our innocence Miss
Complications of misinterpretations
Dwelling in this unfailing mess Stepping gently away at this time of night Always remember you in that short gingham dress Like this: Like Loading...
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With a patriot’s heart & a skeptical view
A tentative belief in those on marble steps
I ask to show me your heroes
But knowing exterior appeasement is false
Honoring the Flag doesn’t equate
To praising those who run the State
Knowing by virtue of appearing on a ballot
They’re not worthy Like this: Like Loading...