I know who I want to be.
I feel like her.
I know who I want to be.
From mere sand to granite
I know who I want to be.
That song that sticks.
I know who I want to be.
More than a thing.
The thoughts within,
are my only source of security.
The bridge that holds her and me.
Many aches I easily forsee,
others come like a whirlwind.
It seems like we never meet.
We are the west and east.
I know who I don't want to be.
The pain from an injury.
I know who I don't want to be.
The stream-like tears of ill.
I know who I don't want to be.
A story with no begining.
My Dreams
My dreams are often miles out of reach. It's as though I was never meant to have a dream. It's like my autumn will never see spring....
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