flashback friday: untitled

moral of this poem/song:: don't ever fall for anyone at camp. this is me, age 15. 

I can’t say the things you want to hear the way you want me to

And all my thoughts are dying to be free from the cell inside of me

But silence is as golden as the note that lies unfolded

The letter that will shatter everything that ever mattered in my life

I can feel my fingers shake against the curves of I love you

With every beat that my heart makes I read the lies that I once clung to

I can picture in my mind how all the words I want to find will never leave your lips

I wish I could remember something more than this

This note that you wrote will burn with all the rest of the best of our memories

I hope you are happy with the life that you have made

And I hope that you’ll be haunted with the past that you betrayed

And someday you’ll have something that you’re so eager to say

But the words you’ll never speak

They’ll leave you feeling weak

Because silence is as golden as the note that lies unfolded

The letter that will shatter everything that ever mattered in my life

Just a few simple lines to tell me goodbye

And you’re gone

I never got to say…

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