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You draw the line in the sand
showing me there are limits to what we can be
but I call in the waves and
watch the tide roll in and
wash it away.
What is meant to be will be,
except for us.
I pray for our memories to fade
and yet they haunt themselves
back into existence.
Whether I want it or not
there’s no room to forget.
Mirrors won’t lie
I see your image wrapped around me.
I wipe at the fog but who we’ve been remains.
Try as I might these barriers I just can’t conquer.
Tears recount our history,
each drop worth every agony,
puddles won’t drown out our world,
so I cry till it breaks me and makes me true.
I am on a journey. Looking for Me. Everyday I get a little closer. The more time goes by the more I realize I'm always changing. This journey could take forever... Renae L. Soler