I spend my time
dancing with shadows,
shivering in the
cold of it's
embrace.
I slip on storm
worn stones as
I drift between
the dark and light
of loneliness.
Searching the hours
of time,
never stopping
for rest.
I know
there is
no warmth in
waltzing with
shadows,
for a man
with only half a
heart.




Love, C

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