a study on circles

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a study on circles

round and round we go,

running from words that are painfully true

the knifing pain lodged deep inside

and nothing to say but tears were cried

round and round we go:

the ghost of me, and a shameless one too

obsessed with the feelings inside of her mind;

don't even know until that time of night

round and round, we're going

I'm trying to breathe but it won't stop pouring

it filled up my lungs with more to spare;

swallowed it down and nothing was there

round and round we're going

words from a pen just keep on flowing --

but if ink could change my glaring flaws,

I'd be more than the figure you seem to have drawn

round and round I go

the beat of my heart is all that I know

wishing to be more than I ever was,

but opening my eyes to ashes and dust

round and round I go: 

the torn-up mess of a girl who should grow

if only my mind was as real as today,

its contents might even bring peace to the fray

round and round I've gone;

my time's almost up and I'm nearly alone

I wish I could fix what has already passed,

but maybe it's best if I smile and laugh

round and round, I'm gone.

you always were wiser than I on my own

if time is a healer, then now is a knife --

I wish we could stitch every wound in one night.