Follow the path of the things forgotten,
The dance of the lost,
When the world turns rotten
And leaves are covered in a thin frost.
The way you walk,
It reminds me of the time we crossed.
And you told me to never talk
To those who would abuse my words.
And i took the chalk,
But tell me of when we saw the birds.
During the time that followed
Did i abuse your words?
The wood that was hollowed
Was that my sincerity?
Truth is a hard pill swallowed
And all its clarity!
How could i have been so blind,
As to create between us this disparity.
Don't trust the mind,
The things I've done
To us intertwined.
I'm sorry
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