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This is my confession long overdue

This is my soul exposed fully with light bleeding through

I will no longer keep company with ghosts

I will no longer keep hidden what should be exposed

I will no longer be held within this shell of bone



I am scared of descending into the well of the unknown

I am afraid that I will not be able to overcome

A love greater than yours ever was

A love whose subtraction is greater than yours ever summed

A love that's far truer than yours could trust



Words may just be words at the end of the day

But, words are just filler if we don’t intend to mean the words we say

And, I will no longer live that way

No, I refuse to live another day in yesterday’s shoes



I came to the conclusion that knowledge is far better than questions

I came to this understanding by never finding answers

And though it may be naïve, it may be the wisest of wisdoms

And though it may be hard to believe, it’s surely better than indecision

And though it may be just a seed, a tree will emerge from the incision



I believe in love above anything else in this life

I believe in love, though having experienced so little

In the end it will bring forth the harvest fruit

In the end it will sing loudly the promised news

In the end it will shine down on us like a sun in perpetual noon



Words may just be words at the end of the day

But, words are just filler if we don’t intend to mean the words we say

And, I will no longer live that way

No, I refuse to live another day in yesterday’s shoes