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Pensive Nights

Laying in my bed
Looking up at the ceiling
Open eyes and still
With the blue glimmer
On my walls
From my phone light
And soft moody music
And I wonder
Where my life will go
And what is out of my control
And dream of deep love
But sleep alone
Open eyed
Laying in my soft bed
Staring up at the ceiling

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art, introspection, life, love, pain, relationships, Uncategorized

So, Hope

I won’t be around
To feel bad
I will not spend my time
Staying sad, so dread
I won’t rest my heart
In unprotected hands
When I am shook
And bleeding mad
I won’t stay around
And play this bad, book
When I’ve had
Eyes to look
I can’t write pages
So far off
From the place my heart took
So needing, so hope
So close behind all this bad