One Last Time And they wouldn't know. Still, after all these years, they wouldn't understand Or even try to, for that matter. Inhale. Exhale. Life is so simple. And yet so complicated they say. But once conniving words came from my mouth. One Last Time And they would act like it was alright. A veneer of happiness and the teardrops would only be of laughter. And, oh, how the children would romp and play. Dandelion crowns belong to dandelion queens. And how that rings true. One Last Time And they wouldn't even be aware That their precious gift was unwrapped. Exposed to the real world, that before, was out of reach. Now there are no teardrops. No veneer. And there is no sound. Oh, how hard it is to breathe when your heart is standing still. Inhale. Exhale. How hard can it be?Birth sign: Gemini
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