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Shedding these thoughts that consume me.
More like an idea rather than a poet.
It's time to rip that bandaid off right here, right now.
I am not a man, not a woman, I'm not black, I'm not white. I am no one. I am anyone. I am everyone.
Through the night time did he roam
For he had no place to call his home...
In time I find this bitter feeling
Creeping up my spine...
Some nights I catch myself dreaming of your face.
Where we are always dancing...
It's not the same as it was before.
It can never go back to the way it was before...
Patiently I will wait for you
No matter how long it takes...
I feel like I'm losing you
But you were never mine to call my own...
The years know more than the days ever could
I was terrified of moving on. The family I built. Moving on meant that the dream was over. I had to wake up.
by Poet on the Piano