when I think of you
I fall through myself
Deep into the darkened down
Heavy limbed and out of breath
Its there I start to drown
Inside such a hollowness
An agony of absence
lost at sea, unforced by me
An ever present penance
So breaking is the burden
That causes me to fold
Such anguish and pain
Will always remain
Like a flame held to my soul.
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Author:
Starman (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2021 11:40
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