Habitual Moxie

23 truths on the 23rd

You mean that much to me
And it’s hard to show
Gets hectic inside of me
When you go
Can I confess these things
To you
Well I don’t know
Embedded in my chest
And it
Hurts to hold

I couldn’t spill my heart
My eyes gleam looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather
Hold my words, keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

Night time
Sympathize
I’ve been working on
White lies
So I’ll tell the truth
I’ll give it up to you
And when the day come
It will have all been fun

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