Time breaks hearts
for space in mind
where thoughts are stole
from thinking of you
where sweetness turns sour
by rotted words
that turn our demise
into endless decay.
Missing, I speak
like a pointed dagger
that pierces my heart
as I lay dying,
whispering your name
[hoping you'll return]
And pressing affections
that can not be attended
lost in love
we're left alone,
abandoned
as echoes linger passion,
lonely singing
I love you.








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