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Alex Troupe Oct 2013
When the clock tower falls
And the hearth goes cold
Then faith will grow small
And the men will grow old

The love will fade out
And the hate will cry about
The world it used to know

My time has come
But yours has just begun
Let the world rest in peace
Let your spirit just leave
Alex Troupe Jan 2016
Tears are blades
Not the blades of a knife
Meant to cut away the skin and bone
But the blade of something more
Something that cuts the heart
Tears sting
The acid of past words
Regurgitate themselves from your mind
You have no control
The tears keep flowing
They keep stinging
Burning fiery red in your eyes
And your heart keeps breaking
Alex Troupe Apr 2017
In the clinical light
I believe you left me
The space you forsook
Screaming
Wanting the caress
Of ethereal cloudscapes
A change in the weather
But left
For estranged love

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