Untrue

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Poetry

I wish to strip myself bear,

Of all complications,

And then stand before you,

In the most vivid of sensations,

Alas, I cannot,

This one thing I fear,

I am far more complex,

Than the world cares to hear,

I want with all that is in me,

To whisper those words,

But my heart holds me frozen,

Even if I am sure,

I'm not accustomed to failure,

But this pain I'll ever know,

Pain is so close to failure,

My heart is beginning to close,

I'd beg of you to save me,

If I thought it might be done,

But your words echo through me,

And I long to find the sun,

How is it that my only hope,

Has somehow faded into sorrow?

And my only option that is left,

Is to look for a brighter tomorrow,

If only one would hold me near,

Someone the likes of you,

All that I am, and all that I'll be,

Would not seem so untrue...

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