the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 249 – Waikiki

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Oh to breathe
And to disappear the days
Until you hardly remember why
You used to have so much suppressed aggression

Oh to be leveled
And to be equal once more
Until interrogation becomes conversation, though,
You’re used to your constructed wall

Oh to step closer
And to walk side by side
Until our pace is matched and
You guide me like you used to


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