There would always be longing
For a day or two that's willing
To make myself something
There lies a pile of stones
Underneath a diamond lies
Lies after lies I spoke
Until words became stones
People come friends go
Love is naught when all else goes
Dreams are shattered matters none
All was done and not for fun
Past haunts past drags
Now and then a shadow falls
Black and bleak and dark
I crawl away never stop
Go away don't come back
Thoughts of past I cannot have
Rain and sun I feel on my face
Alive I am until death by grace
-charred-
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