Speak Now (or not)
Rage of red suppressed to white
The same ought, sleepless nights
Leave what's left to tomorrow
Ballast internal, bereft and there to borrow
Steps jolt memories old
Not ready to wane away or
Still...
Linger long enough to be retold
Decree shut behind stubborn, pursed lips
Another step, another slip
No silence will help you save
And memories beg yellow to be brave
A second could win this over
Tinged eyes might yet moreover
Yet all's left... in golden, sterile light
A final chance to make what's right... right
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