It boils in my blood as it runs through my veins
I feel my heart race with every move I make
Nothing will be the same
Holding this secret I cant shake
I feel a yearning my mind tries to block
Torn between two beings not knowing which to follow
The secret is acting like a lock
To the safe that makes my life hollow
Like the sound of silence you can hear
Impossible feeling that leaves you no rest
Rushing noises that fill your ears
But still a gaping hole fills your chest
I must keep strong
And not say a word
For fear that this secret
Should ever be heard














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Eternity is in love with the Productions of Time
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Orange and Red Gold
Take shape in many pieces
As they fall from trees
I sincerily hope this poem holds no truth, and if it does, I hope you're not hiding something from me...
Ook.
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Excuse my English. I'm American.
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