Like the moon surrenders the day to the sun,
Like legs losing their will to run,
and the ocean's roar, mute in deaf ears;
almost silent as heartache and moreso than tears.
Like the face of an hour, hands ticking away,
Like using paint with no color- black, white, and gray-
and losing something you were forever to keep;
longing to wake the deepest kind of sleep.
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dark as hell
but really well written
Thanks for your enthusiastic comment by the way -
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lol thanks.
and you're welcome.
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