That's just a fact, it's not an act, I've always been this way.
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Pulling on heartstrings,
Play dates on park swings.
Lost in her eyes,
but I'll just tell her lies.
Don't want her to know,
Tie it taut as a bow.
Lock it away,
Let my tongue never sway.
Tears of my sadness,
Don't ruin her gladness.
Let her lyre play on.
And I'll join her in song.
Can't let it reveal.
What lies under my peel.
Must hide my enamor.
Musn't cause any clamor.
Let her live on unsickly,
Let my soul get all prickly.
I'll miss her it's true.
I won't say 'I love you.'
Sun and Snow
With a heavy breath, steeped in sorrow.
A man on a hill will judge your 'morrow.
He'll determine if he wants you dead.
Or if he wants you to live on instead.
He's lost, you know, but he has no clue.
He doesn't know to what good men allude.
Of morals and conscience, of peace of mind.
These are all things he's left far behind.
And now, at last, he knows he can change.
But now he needs to make a tortured world his shooting range.
This story is a sequel to To Befriend the Night
A journey of one thousand miles begins with a single step, sure, but the remaining steps are no less difficult. You are merely more determined to survive them.
A deed which, like all others, is much better endured in good company.