Sweet soft sorrow seem to only sing
to me, as today waves like yesterday goodbye's,
and sand flows through fingers that depict's
memories of moments spent in regret
that eats hollow holes in the pit of my soul.
moans replace humming hymms as I
surround shame beneath weeping willows
and carry haunting screams on the wind
like broken dreams, and fictionary missionaries.
sing sweet nothing that sounds
like rain and taste like the sun,
when words become memories
and time stand still like distance tomorrows,
sing to me a song of sorrow that allows
me to find peace without all its sorrow.
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