Transition

Stuck in the midst of happy and sad

But most nights are rainy and cold

There are days I still want him so bad

But my feelings turned weary and old

Is there passion left in me?

Maybe these are just chronic memories

Am I blissful we’re finally free?

Guess I need war to commit myself to peace

Hands are tired of changing grips

I’m still unsure of what I am holding

Words unspoken, sealed my lips

We all get drained by endless talking

Some days, life is black and white

Sometimes, all I see are rainbows

Some days, I know I’m doing right

Sometimes, I stay in love with sorrow

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~ by Daneee on July 12, 2013.

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