if I poured out my heart to you I wonder
how many glasses would it fill
sometimes I feel the need to tell you how I feel then I decide to keep it to myself the more I keep it to myself the more distance comes between us
how can I tell you I love you and not
share my thoughts with you how can I go away and leave my heart with you
my issue is I try but can't communicate
it's difficult to relate so I wait instead of
getting lost in translation I apply the
silent treatment to the situation
that don't make it better it only draws a wedge between how can we touch with this wall between us it's too much work to breakthrough I'm just too lazy to do all the tearing down strongholds please forgive me if I let go to save my own soul from fallen down had enough of feeling ground underneath me like I'm holding it down you had me bound a time or two
if you don't talk who do I have to listen to
The Immortal Wize
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Giving Too Much
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mlowe5 says: In this write, overflowing watering words have been poured to be sipped or wiped up. Time will tell and translate. Peace and Love, mlowe. |
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