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Here I stand
Sight set on the unchanged yacht I once left adrift
Thy that revered
Agonized by something unseen
I’m this happy because of you
I’m sorry, to you who have a place in me
Those barren sojourns
The finale of something borrowed
The dirty shallow path
Freight not of walking down it
Embraced by one’s own tradition
Embraced by one’s suffocation
There is this trail
One’s familiar to stroll ahead
Like wool, white as snow
Like coal, dark as night
One of each side
One to be apart
Run, freely as you may
Those roots had shivered off your feet
To what you are
Pillowing my arms for you
Breaking your bones just by a mere hug
The least, things aren’t intricate
The gray gloom eyes
Sail, and soar off
Like the one that steps on those dull path
Brand me your shoe
Fit me on and travel wherever you may wish
For I wouldn’t have quit till I perish
Forgive and forget
Truce and remembrance of these that’s gone
Smile my honey boo, smile
Grin and live your faith
Nip these thorns and hurl ‘em off
Your love and mine, is just not real
Sight set on the unchanged yacht I once left adrift
Thy that revered
Agonized by something unseen
I’m this happy because of you
I’m sorry, to you who have a place in me
Those barren sojourns
The finale of something borrowed
The dirty shallow path
Freight not of walking down it
Embraced by one’s own tradition
Embraced by one’s suffocation
There is this trail
One’s familiar to stroll ahead
Like wool, white as snow
Like coal, dark as night
One of each side
One to be apart
Run, freely as you may
Those roots had shivered off your feet
To what you are
Pillowing my arms for you
Breaking your bones just by a mere hug
The least, things aren’t intricate
The gray gloom eyes
Sail, and soar off
Like the one that steps on those dull path
Brand me your shoe
Fit me on and travel wherever you may wish
For I wouldn’t have quit till I perish
Forgive and forget
Truce and remembrance of these that’s gone
Smile my honey boo, smile
Grin and live your faith
Nip these thorns and hurl ‘em off
Your love and mine, is just not real
When you've been given a second chance and you've neglected it, you deserve no sympathy nor compassion. No matter how hurtful it is.
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