Wednesday, September 9


emotion rules me more than it ought
the delicate balance is thrown off again.
god, take me away, away from this dissonance
to a place where the love doesn't end.

a tear falls down, of joy or remorse?
in confusion i want nothing but to be held.
but rolled tightly inward, i clutch my own knees...
in hurt i'm inspired, in darkness compelled.

it's walking a tightrope, it's talking in code
it's delicate work that takes more than a friend
oh, stop this frustration! oh, take me away...
to a place where the love will not end.

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