He writes on the inside of my heart
Making trails I know I cannot follow.
Leading deeper into my soul.
But when the roads run out
I know in the end it must end.
So I stop and think it wasn't a mistake.
I look back and see it was just me,
Believing words that weren't what they seem.
Leaving doors unclosed
And letting time see us through,
Would soon show colors
No one knew.
Stopping to think
Would make it too late.
Showing the feelings
Wouldn't help the healing.
Slowing hiding every second of feeling,
Would make it harder to stop farther.
Leaving alone,
Would make one wonder.
How could one person,
Feed such hunger?
He writes on the inside of my heart
Only to show it wasn't a start.
 
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