My well is full of wishes
My wishes full of lust
My minds’ free to dream
But my soul is chained to trust
I’ve grown weary of intentions
So eminent, so grand
When I have the time to sift them
I place them gently in your hand
Your heart is full of promises
Weakened each passing year
Unequaled with salient dreams
To which once I held so dear
My very soul is full of emotions
Lined honestly in queue
I fear they tell you everything
From loving to losing you.
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