what to say

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what to say


I dont know what to say.Something is making me this way.
I wish i new the words.That could dull the blows.
They keep escaping me.Its become so hard to see.
I keep picturing it in my mind.They way you will die inside.
Yet it needs to be done.The song must be unsung.
I didnt want to hurt you.My feelings are still true.
I thought i was ready.To be steady.
But my heart longs to be free.
It needs to sore through the sky.It yerns to fly.
Im sorry you have to see.This part of me.
I dont know what to say.The words just slip away.
 

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

brokenlilly’s Poems (7)

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