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"My Weakness"
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O how fragile the heart is,
beating beating into the night.
It aches and pains as it longs for you,
but even God knows it won't come true.
Where o where does it exist,
for this feeling to be returned.
How weak we are under this spell.
It waits and waits under these boulders.
grasping for air, struggling for freedom.
Like glass broken in pieces,
it will remain shattered forever.
This feeling is never ending,
we are humans after all
Prayers and dreams are where it lives,
so that we may feel this ecstasy
Can it wake up again?
Narrower the gate becomes,
as time passes the aching heart.
But we learn to cope with the pain and sorrows,
we are human after all.
The future is my child.
It wakes from slumber.
The dawning of a new beginning.
How then will it be erased?
But it will always remember,
all the details overfills it with this feeling.
Good and bad,
will it ever reach you?
