Cambria

I looked out from the bluff
Into the setting sun
I felt so old inside
Even though I was so young

I had trudged the road so long
With no one at my side
My earliest memories of
The many nights I cried

I missed my Father. My earliest memory is of missing him.

At 21 years old
I had lived a million years
Had drawn my heart inside
Washed away with all the tears

I looked into the sea
Planned on my return
That day upon the bluff
Unrelentingly I yearned

To come back the person I dreamed I could be
To live in a pink house with a garden by the sea

To write about my life
And the people I had known
Tell the story of the girl
Who started out alone

To live my days in peace
Tend to my garden fine
To smile looking back
Upon the years that had been mine

I want to go back one day to Cambria.

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I chose to surround myself
With those who could not see
Beneath the facade I wear
And see beyond to me

I write because I must
My soul it longs to breathe
Cryptic messages it whispers
Deep from darkend dreams

I wake with words within
I'm forced to write them out
A whimper from my heart
To words I am devout

Sacred, private messages
Expound from fingertips
Words not meant to ever come
Across my teeth and lips

Read not what's on the surface
That is all for show
For all that I encounter
Compelled to hide the glow

The the secret voice that cries
For pen, paper, and hand
To write my soul outside
Relent to its command

No one could ever see
The secret inside of me
To read my words and know
That more lies just below

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