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 Every once in awhile I hear the voice in the back of my mind that pulls me your way, looking for a lost friendship, hoping someday it will be back to what it was, knowing all the while it won't be.
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glass houses
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far beyond daydreams
your voice echos through my thoughts
I hear your tears fall
on barren ground
collecting in pools of sorrow
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... each droplet reflects
pain in your eyes
bitter silence
your anger
a shattered heart
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piece by piece
the shards collected
... for years they're
held tight in
bleeding hands
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penned words of regret
a fool's plea
to make amends
hopes to returned to a time
of innocence
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there are some things
I am certain of
moon and stars shine brightest
in nights darkest sky
the sun sets brilliantly in the west
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and through the shades of grey
and forgiveness
I've know all the while
nothing can ever be
the same
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