.....................I lie to you......................
                                         it lies deep within,
where self preservation-tends to the weak, and courage has no captain.
I live of a cowards wage and get paid accordingly.
Numerous conversations had within, but never once an airborne word.
I bite my lip - through fear that I may just say how i feel.
Sometimes I watch you - in the way that others watch comets,
appreciated from a far, as in reality...you are.
It's a personal thing, a mourning I yearn,
its when I feel you the most, it's the closest i come to an actual truth.
A pocket full of silver, throwing coins at the sky.........
wishing you well,
                           wishing you here,
                                                       that of my mind,
                                                                                a wishing hell.

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