there is something in the back of my mind
a room fit enough years of memories
like every room have a door
this particular one doesn't have a lock on it
so i won't need any key
a place where heart can easily come and go
sadly to find the reality that we used to live
the one that pull me back
and i keep you there
along with all the heartache that comes from remembering you
foremost the fantasy that i create for us
to realize the past and the future that i know
now will never be more than an imagination
yet kept feeding that void with nothing but hope
for all the reason to give me strength
when one sure can live with the truth
that makes their heart beating
i went to sleep with my lies more to not
stop breathing
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Unspoken Words
RandomIt's not a poem. It's a words that running around the space in my head. They want to get away but I never let them. So just now, I make a little hole on it and they run as fast as the air catching up with.
