Wearied

I urge my heart forward
To strike a fevered beat
But, for whatever reason
He won’t listen to me
And now I wonder, if ever,
Will tears burn my cheeks
Out of awe, excitement, etc
Or am I jaded, muted, wearied





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Published by december-rose

I'm what you could call perfectly confused... Pursued education in mechanical engineering with a passion for music, always fighting with who I am, who I'm "supposed to be," and typically landing somewhere in the middle. So I put my thoughts here for people to see if they'd like, but never telling anyone I know about it.

Poetry

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