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Hot tears stain cheeks
With splotchy roads
That tell the whispered tales
Of the hopes lost to reality.
I cling to the only things I have
But they don’t seem to be enough.
They’re wearing down with age
Tattering and tearing so I can hold no longer.
Letting go is the hardest thing
To the dreams that once seemed so real
The images that danced in my head
Once just an arms length from my reality
Are fading with the seasons
And as winter turns to spring
They finally slip away.
With splotchy roads
That tell the whispered tales
Of the hopes lost to reality.
I cling to the only things I have
But they don’t seem to be enough.
They’re wearing down with age
Tattering and tearing so I can hold no longer.
Letting go is the hardest thing
To the dreams that once seemed so real
The images that danced in my head
Once just an arms length from my reality
Are fading with the seasons
And as winter turns to spring
They finally slip away.