Will I wake up tomorrow-
And have everything be different?
Will I be woken up from this dream I've been having?
Will I lose a friend?
Will I be moved again?
Will it be the end-
Of this life I've come to know?
I've lost lives upon lives-
Each reality bringing me down to my knees.
Sure, they have joys and some better than the last-
But for just once in my life can I stay?
Can I stay in a place-
I've come to love?
Can I stay in a place-
Where I fit in the grooves,
Of this beautiful wooden carving-
That I have made myself?
Instead I have pieces upon pieces-
Trying to hold on to the last and the last-
But nothing will last.
My wood is thrown against the wall,
And suddenly I don't fit in those grooves at all.
All that's left is to remake-
Rebuild-
Re-life.
Each and every time.
I don't have a comfortable place,
Where every day feels like the last.
Where I can grow but be loved-
By faces I've known all my life.
I've carved and carved again,
So all that I ask:
Can this not be the end?
Can you let me stay?
I love this reality maybe more than any other,
So I plead and I plead-
But.
If I wake up tomorrow,
Will I be lost and confused?
Will I have any clue,
What became of that world-
That I once knew-
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A/N: Kind of a sad one :(
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PoetryEmotions. We all have them even though sometimes we may want to get rid of them. We've all been confused by them, maybe some more than others. Or maybe we're just confused all the time. This is my story. The story of a girl just trying to get throu...
