Yelling, screaming,
but there's not a word nor a sound,
the dam breaks,
and no one's heard.
I've changed my mind,
my broken soul,
this isn't for me,
I want to be whole.
Through twists and turns,
through pain and doubt,
in cracks that form,
new beginnings sprout.
You were never once broken,
you were never once cold,
through all of your pain,
you've always been gold.
And I'd aspire to be you
But I think it's a crime,
how you taught your heart,
to slowly mend itself with time
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
