This too shall pass.
This feeling of wrath.
This feeling of pain.
This feeling you've masked.
Shall pass.
This feeling you created.
Of false happiness will not last.
And when you realize your life has,
Too much meaning past,
The empty threatened words you say,
Quietly under your breath.
Past the empty breaths you take,
That take away your soul.
That pushes you to do things that make you feel alive.
That leave you more like death then alive.
Maybe then you too shall pass.
Pass on to do something great.
Pass on to be something great.
To pass on the love that soaks your heart.
To pass on the light,
That lit the torch inside.
And when you let go,
Then too, shall you pass.
When you let go of,
The wrath,
The pain,
And the feelings that you masked.
Then too,
Shall you pass.
Then too,
Shall you pass.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
