even when I'm with you I miss you,
but I try really hard not to when you're gone.

I keep trying to love you less,
or love you different,
but I can't.

I need some more:
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I want some more:

s                              x.
               e

Red leaves swirl in the misty haze of the night
Footsteps in the distance steadily grow softer
I lunge towards the tree, fists free
I'm dragged back, dripping

The cars go around in each direction
The lights are dancing , which way is up
The stars are blending with the leaves and the trees
and I lay back as I'm dragged dripping

The mist and tree's and leaves and stars
Smashed together and made to come as one
And the cars continue their daily route
As I'm thrown beneath the leaves or the stars and I stay there, seeping

Finally the sun, the way up, the way out
But my mouth is sewn shut and my limbs are made of ice
And then it is sunset, night and sunrise
Repeating before my frozen eyes

Forgive me

The crone sits hunched
in her little cell
has played all her cards
and cast every spell.

She's baron and empty
a dried up husk
and no one can see her
not even at dusk.

She was a wise mans daughter
now just a drudge
and life's passing by her
and that really hurts.

A young girl loves her
and takes her advice
calls her mother and other things,
nice.

Her daughters father
he twists the knife
the crone who sits hunched
he call's her wife.

She call's him DEATH.

My Lady she was weaving
below her silver moon
her nimble fingers working
while a soft wind blows a tune

My Lady she is working
and my window was her loom
her lazy threads like spiders webs
and winters sweet perfume

My Lady she has worked
her very silken lace
and walked upon the icy earth
with her nimble step of grace

My Lady she has covered
all sleeping forms of life
and the chill upon her fingers
cuts through the threads of life