Daunting Thoughts

Cruel mind let me rest at ease
I’m sick and I’m tired
Of your unseemly, daunting thoughts

Its evident you’ve overstayed your welcome
You’re pushing and pulling away
The one thing helping me stay (sane)

So I beg and I plead of you
Take me back to favored instants
To when there was only bliss between two constants

And she was half.

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