We tip toe through tough territories
That were meant for us times 2
The tone of the morning after
Tease testy silent chews
Awake I am to you
The distance isn't hard
I bow and beg to you
As pillows guard my brow
I stare your name till death
As psychics offer view
I speak as silent to myself
And glance, the ceiling blue
Pass through past mistakes
With calmness in my voice
My understanding of this plague,
Is toxic breaths of curse
...bathing over my body
As time has made me steal
Like harden rocks of candy
My beauty in words so real
Awake I am to you
Asleep I am to me
Distant I am to you
...Quiet honesty
'Let Go,' but is a native
A common thread to tell
The tell of a tall-tale heart
Standing, selfish, a stubborn shell
I pull back when I have to
I erase my fears to please
My needs are placed aside
Spilling over, tons of grease
I never marked a mishap
I was never able to out due
My constant real-life mistake
has definitely turned into to you
The reason I can not run...
Run away in the literal sense
Run away from heavy thoughts
Run away? My arms, an open fence
This mistake has me ordained
By secrets in my heart
The reasons for all the rain
= Our season from the start.
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