J.D. Treick


Dreamers weep, as liars keep,
The greatest sense of pain.
A guilt within that beckons when,
a lover's eyes close with disdain.
The darkest part of letting go,
is never knowing when to show,
the feeling draws you ever low.
Into the claws of a dying tomorrow.

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