Alas, where had it gone wrong?
To a world, I ever bemoan
My heart, deep with sorrow—
Yet an inquisitive spirit I owned
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Rapt in the pages of wonder
Each letter, each word, each page
Curiosity filled her old soul
She was more than just her age
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The flowers speak for me
With their colors so bright
Lost in my thoughts
I’m only able to write
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I want to forget those days
But I can’t— My mind it replays
Each decision— The thoughts of mistakes
And how it all makes my heart ache—
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As my mind would began to race,
And the confusion quickly set in
I knew of only one place,
It was a place I’d often been
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Tulips in the garden
The moon in the sky
A lighthouse in the distance
The fireworks in July
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The solitude, the sunflowers, the everything
I get lost— lost in it all
My head tells me I’m wrong
But my heart tells me the truth
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My heart, beaten, a bruise
Callousness, a nightmare it was
Challenging a crippled will
My trust, your devoted gift
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The things that occupy my troubled mind
Those things right there in front of me
It is that which I pine the most often for
At night, I lie there awake, just trying to sleep
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