<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338253" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Minor Breathing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only you could see.<br>What lies behind these fragile eyes.<br>The knowledge of these tears.<br>The reason I seem malign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, I was never prideful.<br>And forever, I felt scorned.<br>One's silence may seem frightful.<br>When he bows his head forlorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knowing I've never fully triumphed.<br>Any chaos I have fought.<br>I cracked my blade in battle.<br>A repair that can't be bought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not pessimistic, nor of naught.<br>I just see things as they are.<br>That's probably why I can't believe.<br>How I've made it this far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, every path I trot.<br>I hear that wretched lonely tone.<br>And every breath exhaled.<br>I hear that solemn minor tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only you could feel.<br>This fixated and tender heart.<br>These weakening hands still claw.<br>At it's reflective, fallen shards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in my somber dreams.<br>A cacophony of screams.<br>This madness, I can take.<br>Until that melody awakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For every move I make.<br>I hear that wretched lonely tone.<br>And every vein that pumps.<br>I hear that solemn minor tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That savage, painful tone.<br>Embedded in my flesh and bone.<br>The melodic burden drones.<br>My soul echoes it's metronome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aaron+Lynn">Aaron Lynn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338253" data-title="Minor Breathing de Aaron Lynn" data-description="If only you could see. What lies behind these fragile eyes. The knowledge of these tears. The reason I seem malign. See, I was never prideful. And forever, I felt scorned. One's silence may seem frightful. When he bows his head forlorn. Knowing ..."></div> </div> </div>

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