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Opening, into a sea of happiness
Thriving upon some reassurance
Its not as real as your fearlessness
That you bore upon thy temperance.
Truth be told, Its more than real
Follow through, ignore thy whim
Not left alone, not allowed to heal.
Through the blood, you must swim.
Golden Ages lost in tragedy
What sake of this is for my memory?
Sitting in my heart such fragility
A ghost in place of adorability
Is it better for the bitter?
Not to suffer from the recall
And learn from the procrastinator
And turn away from truth and all?
All the while, keep on pleading
Losing certainty in denile,
Mind and heart bent on believing
How was thy so infantile?
We hide our fears and look away
Walk on in our everyday parade
Choking on our lives in dismay
Deathbed we should have all laid
Perhaps its better to have lost
Then made a hell of my soul
My heart now, edged with frost
Chill me through my being whole.
