Hello...

Ever so lonely

Growing

like a storm approaching

Matters taken in hand

like to you I thee wed

I try to gather

the pieces of me

scattered through the land

Tattered at the ends

A way out through

a noose of thread

The only goose here lays lead

 

Mother I want to fly

I crash the sky

Raining glass

Life's a lie

So is my past

The world in on it

for a laugh

The girl was an act

I've never truly lived

Deceit the only fact

 

Hello...

 

Is it me your looking for?

 

Echoes...

 

I am Marco and Polo

Calling for myself

in the looking glass

Looking at my back

as I've moved on

from whom I've thought to be

 

Into my self I retreat

Hidden under so many layers

others cry when they cut deep

as it's not me anymore

but pit of reluctance

Scripted responses

Short on longing

Hardly killing me softly

When every lie you told me

I was alive

as you were embalming

but it's okay

because now I'm empty...

 

She tells others

she wears her heart

on her sleeve

but it was mine

 

Mine...alone

 

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