Does it matter that you've done your best
But never received your due
Does it matter that they smile, while you are miserable
Frantically hanging onto a single thread of hope and justice
Does it matter at all, what they say
Since not a word is spoken from his heart to mine.
How many times can you cry a cry
And still feel burdened deep within
The smiles and their baggages, will haunt you in your realities
Let them go they scream, crying out to save my soul
Its a constant push n pull
The age old story of that love of mine
Tempting, pushing me over the edge
But staying out and walled
Keeping me close and keeping me away.
A dagger close to his heart, pierced with my helplessness
Let go. Let go. Let go, he says.
Early sun saw my bare hands revel.
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