some days i look up to the sky
trying to defy
what's once been broken
and by the heart unspoken
what's been and gone
something to hold on-
-to tightly, like a clutch to the chest;
i try to divest
the ballast of the past
i've made it so firm, but alas
the heart never forgets
just like the sun sets
"nothing ever lasts forever"
not far from the truth however
hands rested on a cold windowsill
of a window that's yet to be closed, still
it makes me wonder
when will be the time to surrender
and how the sky will look when our hearts sunder
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just my thoughts
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