Tower of the Hour

There was a time I didn’t you
a time I didn’t need anybody
in a world of hurt
Since then, I’ve grown
now accustomed to my inner-self

I request the honor of your presence
in my private domain
But register at the door
to explore more of this insane sanity
before I come ashore & lock the damn door

I came in with confidence
but left through the back door
shamed once more, leaving behind
a cylinder with a whole lotta Heart
untapped

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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