Start again.
Start over.
Hold on.
Start again.
In a million ways,
scream the pain away
Waking up,
turning the radio on
lie in the winter cold bed
drop a tear on the pillowcase
and whisper under the breath,
''It's a lie that sets you free, not love.''
Rolling over.
Hold on.
Rewind.
In a million ways,
talk to an empty corner
looking around,
walk your heart down the lane
and realize,
there's winter in your heart
and whisper under the breath,
''It's a lie that sets you free, not love.''
Start again.
Wait.
Now, march forward.
In a million ways,
break the silence of your awareness
Rubbing eyes,
viewing for the betterment
on a winters night
grab the moment of your laughter
and whisper under the breath,
''It's a lie that sets you free, not love.''
Laugh.
Lie.
Laugh.
In a million ways,
pray for the singing clouds to pass by
tendering the heart,
embracing the love of love
Wasting the winter holidays
bet on the easy feign nature of it
and whisper under the breath,
''It's a lie that sets you free, not love.''
Wait.
Drop a tear.
Stop.
In a million ways,
drag your body and mind to quiet
Falling apart,
Running in circles to start over
build that sky high starry rainbow,
at a winterly night
and whisper under the breath,
''It's a lie that sets you free, not love.''
Start again.
Start again.
It is cold.
Build your starry rainbow.
It is cold.
Illuminate them all.
Start again.
Start again.
Hold on to the cold heart, at a winterly night.
Come out and take a chance.
Set yourself free.
Set yourself free.
Start over.
Start again.
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PoetryHello there, ''Start again'', as the name suggests, speaks about the littlest of all that gets you in an okay mode, with, just a whisper of understanding. Things happen for a reason, for a good reason. And they set you free. :) ...