So I wonder if this is what it's come to
Back to holding back, when it comes to you.
I wonder if space is really what I need
What you seek
What we're bound to keep,
Cause I'll keep my distance
If you think it's worth it,
But I'm sick of trying to keep this balance
Even though I'm always up for a challenge
All the stability I hoped for is damaged,
Everything I touch
Turns to ash and dust
And this will be no different
But that's always the way it starts to tear apart,
With promises
No one can keep.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.