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What’s weighing at my soul?
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2009 It’s the face behind the eyes
That keeps me where I stand
It’s the lover inside his soul
That makes me give a damn
It’s the person only I know
Who holds me even still
It’s the moments that I stole
With memories I can’t kill
It’s the reason I am running
With rabbits in a field
It’s the sorrows that have hurt me
And never truly healed
It’s all the words of blink
And cords of songs unsung
It’s all the moments past
And lies upon his tongue
It’s images on windows
And cheese on hot dogs
It’s a thousand simple kisses
Followed only by frogs
It’s the awful taste of Hemingway
Like blood upon my tongue
It’s the fact that when he loves me
I feel as though I’m young
It’s the hearts that lay broken
Between me and misery
It’s the fact that in his eyes
Happiness is all I see
It’s the face behind the eyes
That holds me even still
And the lover inside his soul
That I wish I could only kill
I love this, i think this is where your inspiration really is, your poems about this are always my favorite ones. Like your powerless to not feel the way you do, even reluctantly... stanza 1 and three were my favourites, oh little rabbit
Nicole.J.Burgesss