I contradict,
what i think.
In my sorrow,
do i sink?
Not happy,
not glad,
no feelings of bad.
A mood of anticipation,
can't wait to relax.
To be home,
I'll get away.
In dreams,
get lost,
then find my way.
Venture back to the norm,
never to truley leave,
I'll dwindle in dismay.
Soon I'll awake,
to face the world.
I'd rather lie,
in my bed curled.
The hope of an everlasting downfall,
begins to arise.
i swallow hard,
and close my eyes.
I contradict,
what i think.
In my sorrow,
do i sink? |
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