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Keeping one foot in front of the other

Trying my best not to act like my mother's daughter

I strain to remember what you look like

Studying their faces, noticing you look nothing alike

Does it feel, does it feel the same without me?

The new colors have blinded my old eyes

Your lack of communication has stricken me with surprise

Every different line will begin with the same note

'Persistence is godliness' was all she wrote

On the back of my hand

'Twas a question rather than a command

She steals passion without a notion to recycle

Trying to recite Wordsworth penned Michael

On a lonely night surrounded by ghost

I wonder if it is I she thinks of the most

Are you crying now? Do you miss me now?

She doesn't feel what she doesn't allow

Far away from the safety of perfection

Has she lost all sense of popular direction?

Is her hair a beautiful mess that she lacks to see

Does she miss this? Does she even miss me?

Our time together was short and brief

But nonetheless she stole my heart, fucking thief