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Seventh Period Wonderings
But I cannot base my dreams upon you
And I cannot let you hold my heart
Because it's not for sure there'll always be you.
Slowly floating off of me
Are the feathers from my broken wings,
And falsely torn and slowly worn
Is the heart inside of me.
If I cry tears of blood,
Will you cry, too?
Will you hold me in your arms?
And mend together my broken wings?
Will you dig a hole inside my heart,
Forever to remain?
Will you ever just be here for me?