The shadows grieve at my lossThe sun looms over from clouds beyond view
Few have gone down this road
And, yet, fear has touched us few
Smouldering heart
Stop your beating
Stop acting on your lifely impulses
Stay on focus
Strange I am
Strange I may always be
Weird I am
But that's just me
Withered flower upon window petal
Gushed away by past pretences
Take my heart with you
And just let me be emotionless
2 comments:
"pain is the mother of change,
the rain must flow
So the seeds of joy might grow"
'so should the sun come out and say,
tomorrow is just another day?
regret not; come what may'
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