and the beauty of timing is we don't see it in full color
the mistakes we choose
we don't always know the ending or even see the beginning of whatever's coming
the night brings out what the day won't let the shadows speak
we dream or don't dream on pillows beside those who don't or can't love us
we wrap up war, excuse it in love and fight for things in ten years time won't matter or be remembered
our feet will grow tired on journey's that were set in motion by kindness or ignorance, sometimes fear
romance dies and we look the other way
don't want to be alone
small victories earned that no one knows about
losses and failures add up but no one knows about that pain we tell ourselves
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