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written by: Trisha Verma
My heart starts to feel again,
A heaviness of an uncertain type,
One that I never felt before
Or it was maybe this same feeling
That let me shut down for a start...
My words, I'd utter in a million ways...
But they always lacked something
Maybe a rhythm, a muse, maybe a rhyme...
I was never a singer,
To reach out to the world in which I live.
A ray of hope still lay lit
Showed up upon me from time to time...
But this feeling again, it feels like a crime
It gives me butterflies and then makes me cry,
It pumps up my heart but then leaves me dry...
And no matter how hard I try
To leave it all behind
It starts to feel again.