The say that distance makes the heart grow fonder
But mine grew to be empty and shapeless
Ingraving my heart with sadness
It became sore
And could be seen through its pores
I wanted to shout
And say come scout
For my heart that's dieing
With my sores piling
But nobody ever came
Nobody thought it was safe
To come close
As if they would also lose
Their sanity that keeps them sane
So they ignored my pain
Now I look around
Through my spirt at those souls
Asking how we got here?
If we rode here?
Or walked here?
Because distance never made my heart grow fonder
It just made it more colder
With no warmth running through my veins
I was left with pains
Pains that distance could ever cure
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