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[confusedream]

Get anxious often?

I try to empty out my head of words,
but there are no words to begin with.
There was not a start without an end
and there are no footsteps, echoing away.

I try not to notice their weakness,
but within lies a guilty hearted fault.
There couldn't be another way in our out
and there are no trails, leaving town.

I try but I have not yet succeeded
but words often crash at worse times.
There was but one small recognition
and there are no friends, bending backwards.

For all those hearts I hold beating
I feel I could never let them stop, but
there was but one small wish I had
and there are no dreams come true.

I continue to pour my glass too full
but not expecting any to drink from it.
There was a girl I fell in love with
and there are no regrets, except you.