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The picture perfect moments 1


The picture perfect moments

Never last forever 

The laughter comes and goes

But never lasts forever 

I wish this bubble would pop

I wish this nightmare would end

The reality staring in front of me 

The veil has been torn 

I can never hide my face again

The love I feel is depleting 

You can’t hide it from me 

You can bury it all in hugs and kisses

The words I love you mean nothing

My heartaches to be loved and wanted 

For you to see me 

Love me

But my greatest fear is that I will turn into you

You are my greatest nightmare 

My bogey man in the night

Or should I say women

Instead of of being the one to put me bed

The person to tell everything is alright

I walk around on eggshells

scared anything will make you snap

I walk outside hoping someone will see

But we walk outside and you put up a wall

Perfect 

Caring 

Loving

Everyone seeing the wall

Everyone sees the the picture perfect moments

But they never last forever 

The doors to our house a signal that the moment ends

Picture perfect moments how I wish you were my reality

The thing I come home to

Picture perfect moments 

If only they were true

If only that’s how I felt

If only I could love you

If only you could love me

I wish my life you change 

But it won’t 

I sit herE waiting 

Buying my time

Until I can bury this bubble 

I sit and wait until 

I hear the words 

Until I see the sign

I wait until I have diploma 

I wait until I graduate 

And I just hope it’s not too late

I hope it’s not too late for me to live

For me to be happy

 
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