Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Some of the sun.

I think I'll carry it with me,
Moving forward, and still on.
There was a greyness in my heart,
Thinking you could do so wrong.
A definite fear of disappointment,
A fear of who you are, or might become.
I want to believe your explanation,
To bring back some of the sun.

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