He wore his heart on his sleeve He was always sensitive but never decieve He chose the life that others would never choose to recieve This is the him that others would never understand or choose to believe
He loved with all his heart Never was there really a true spark And in his soul he chose to keep The fascinating story of who he used to be
I wish I could be who I used to be I wish I could I wish I could turn back the time And instead of grains of sand that I would hold, it would be
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I wish I knew him then
I'm glad I know you now
For if you can still remember
Then surely you will know how.
Perhaps that one desire
You see to be with him
The one left emotion
That still blames eternal?
Its the loss of myself
That leaves me more bereft
As I bury myself
In layers of duties.
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