There are tingles
Splinters in my heart
Awaiting promises
That will never come true
There are pangs
Brokenness complete
Yearning for the simple things
A stroll through the park
There are tomorrows
Falsely dreaming
Wondering in earnest wonder
If I will awake
There are nightmares
Make belief reality
Scaring my soul
A silent cry of defeat
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