Saturday, November 10, 2012

Mortar

I've been patching holes for so long
I don't know how to leave open space
for another to get through

In this dark, I feel you standing here
with me and I want to let you in 
I do, but I imagine you

Feel trapped, forced to make a move;
if I don't give in now 
I will just continue to lose;

Give me fresh air, room to grow;
I am too much to remain contained,
hidden from your view

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