The Boy You Lost To Fear
My silence has said
Towards itself
More than my shaking voice
Could have ever said
In hours of conversations
Inside my mother's parked car.
You should have thought
Along the future
Before licking my wounded heart
With meaningless words.
Open was I
To great new expectations,
To chance,
To multiple chances,
Deserved or not
These chances are not to be frowned upon by no one whatsoever.
The boy you lost to fear
Has now grown apart
And no faded dreams
Are to be awaken any longer.
It wouldn't be the same.
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