To Be, or Yet to Be

I’m feeling alone,
Come on, throw me a bone
This heavy drape
Please tell me this isn’t my fate

I just wanna touch you
Maybe even hold, too
But you flick me away
But I still wish for today

I just wanna run away
From the fray, today,
Instead crochet,
A key to my heart
Please don’t part

Of you, I still dream
Whilst you lie near
But I still fear
Looking into the mirror

Afraid of what I’ll see
What I am to be
Diseased and falling apart
At my minds own Bonaparte.

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