you string me along with wondrous words i'd love to hear
paint me up and dazzle me like some luscious veneer
but there's always a hint of me down inside that doesn't believe
and it never surprises me the intricate ways you deceive.
it's been ten years since i decided i could still write poems to rhyme
it's funny how many things we seem to lose with time
like i lost my will to try to wake to see the sun
and you have only lost the things you still haven't done.
a breeze tickles my feet when i try to sleep to forget you
but when i roll endlessly to fight for sleep i realise nothing new
that i will always fight to get you back
and i won't notice when i finally start to stumble and misstep on the track.
part of me always thought songs had to rhyme for them to fit together
but i've grown tired of the charade of trying to smile despite this arduous tether
a rope that holds me down and taut
and trust me i've tried to break free you have no idea how much i've fought.
so instead i let lead snap underneath my might when i try to succeed
i ignore the loud voices telling me to give up all these forces trying to stampede
but it gets harder whenever i see myself trapped in a sound web of conceit
and when i notice that the only thing i can never do is admit defeat.
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