Comes in Waves

Locked into a heartless rotation                                                                                                                    Crying for the death of my imagination

Never let go of things weighing me down                                                                                          Behind because I don’t reach for a crown

Dark secrets morphing into mysteries                                                                                                        Sweet meanings turning bitter with age                                                                                                     Act tough the world’s a stage

Summer gloom don’t sleep for long                                                                                                             Pull the trigger if I had one

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