I can almost hear it shatter
Into pieces more articulate than dust
But my being refuses to listen.
The battle yearns to be won;
Notwithstanding the horror of pain
And refusing a sudden surrender.
As my defenses crumble
Demolished by your smile
The advance commenses
Anticipating the ambush
Of a lack of definition
Of the things you offer me.
As I continue in the belief
That my future reveilles
Will be your Good Morning's
With a feigned confidence
I summon the strength,
Amid my trembling heartbeat
And purposely believe
In the oblivion of us.
Into pieces more articulate than dust
But my being refuses to listen.
The battle yearns to be won;
Notwithstanding the horror of pain
And refusing a sudden surrender.
As my defenses crumble
Demolished by your smile
The advance commenses
Anticipating the ambush
Of a lack of definition
Of the things you offer me.
As I continue in the belief
That my future reveilles
Will be your Good Morning's
With a feigned confidence
I summon the strength,
Amid my trembling heartbeat
And purposely believe
In the oblivion of us.
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