This Is Me
I wanted to write a song,
But the right words never came.
I tried to make things rhyme,
But everything kept coming out lame.
Why are the memories,
so sweet of times that passed.
The hurt once felt so strongly,
Feels like I'm looking through a glass.
Lingering feelings of,
"There must be something more!"
The rain is so depressing,
It's secret is more present than before.
Unveil my inner beauty,
One I've hidden in the past.
I only want what's mine to keep,
What I want - is for my love to last.
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