attic
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There's this place deep in the recesses of my mind.
A place where the scared little child ran away to hide.
At such a young age he had given up hope,
Went into this attic and tied up the rope.
Secluded in the corner of a dusty attic,
Are things that may be best left static.
Secrets left undiscovered and unknown,
Things that cannot be atoned.
Who knows what will be found?
Twilight falls across my heart as darkness creeps like spiders crawl and love is lost to waters fall but when the day was bright and new sun was light and love was true.
You say that we can work things out
But yet we never speak
There lays this hurt and doubt
That the love that was there is now weak
I still try my hardest to do whats right
Beauty in Darkness
Can you find beauty
When its cold
When its down
Can you find beauty
When your alone
When its dark and scary
When all your friends and family leave you to fend for yourself
Some Mornings I wake up
Drowning in sensations
Unique to past moments
And I am buried in a stuffy area
At the top of my mind
Musty with nostalgia
And I relive these moments:
