One year ago, well less, we were still talking. One year ago, well less, we had a solar eclipse. The air was hot and humid, but tonight it's cold and crisp. The stary night seems to be empty and so does my heat. A lunar eclipse is what we have, and so the moon has its shadow just as I; alone and waiting, to die inside. Today is the 20th and tomorrow would have been our day, but baby I miss you, it's not the same. These nights are colder without your warmth and my hands don't write love. My tears freeze tonight, inside I finally now know it's the end tonight. Goodbye my love, have a good life.
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The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.
