Young souls need a place to vent.
I haven't much experience so please consider this
in desperate times, when I have nothing left to give:
I only ask for patience.
I am more anxious to be a friend,
to surrender and give the way I was meant.
In a world filled with folly and sin, love must cling where it can.
I am fervent and tense, and awake in this moment.
Forest fires don't burn brighter than the love I desire.
So don't be shy in the handling of words,
for they soon expire.
The tide recedes along the shore of this creaky winter
(Let me rest my laurels on the fact that I gave it my best
I gave up you couldn't see
I gave up you let it be)
I won't go begging at a beggars door.
I'm not the same as I was before
my heart became seasoned.
And I won't ever love without reason anymore,
but I'll watch you beg to please just to grieve some more.
I'll keep nothing from you, if you keep nothing from me, how could I keep a secret anyway? All the pain I've been through has only prepared me for the truth: we only get the love we give ourselves. Am I the sea or the monsters beneath? Am I the breeze or the leaves on the tree?

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