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Lying on the couch
heart too afraid to beat
You tell me
about your fears
but I can not tell you mine
How to express
such emotion
to a person who feels
unworthy
to whom it is impossible to say
you are it all
my tuned station
connections tied to a bow
when the situation is uncertain
and illusions made could never be replaced
How do I miss your voice
your sweetness when I sound like a squirrel
my rusty nails next to your hidden wit
In you I can see the same me
covered in pain harnished
thinking I could handle sorrow
which keeps on growing
as my epressions leave me empty
a doll with no intelligence beauty life
for I dared not think my monsters away
And the clown me is still
more happy more afraid
for garden is at hand but hard to reach
finding the child within the laughter silliness
that was hiding through black years
dark years
all alone no one to rescue
Please tell me your secrets I'll tell you mine
the deepest darkest
the happiness and the joy
behind corner I can not see what hides
I hope it is you
I hope