Don’t Say

Not to speak

Words that hurt

Yet dreaming softly

Of the dirt.

 

Bound up tight

Stress and fear

An urge I fight

Still lingers here.

 

I am at war

My smile: armor

My silenced core

Plays the charmer.

 

I’m lost inside

Don’t know my way

My compass fried;

Lost to the fray.

 

I know the prize

That hides within.

I keep my soul;

If I can win.

 

*note: this is one that was written a few weeks ago by hand, I just finally typed it up.

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