All the days I spent in my own world of isolation at the hands of a fading lover
Were never as cold as the glances caught in moments of longing,
Begging, pleading and praying it wasn't really over.
The thoughts in my head over where I went wrong pronging.
Light a match, set ablaze this bridge,
Because I'm cutting you off and I've got no fucks to give
When I clawed so hard to get to you
And in this distant memory, I wish I had had something better to do.
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Ramblings Of The Minds Eye
PoetryThoughts spilt onto the flesh of books, creating the blood and soul of the story, and the message of the heart transfered to a subliminal text
