Cracked

cracked

There’s a crack in the surface

a hole in the sky

a window of hatred I hold inside

If you bother to look

you’ll find when you do

all you can see are reflections of you

 

There’s a wealth of expression

at home on your face

it makes me taste feelings

I don’t want to taste

There’s a word for the emotions

I forget to display

I think I am alone here

but I really can’t say

 

Don’t wait for me

I think I am finally alive

Don’t wait for me

I think I am closing my eyes

 

 

 


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