Darkened by love's light dying.
Withered by the storms in my head.
Feelings of what is no longer the same.
Memories of a time before blame.
A crater of blank space filling my chest.
Where thoughts trying to become words die.
Understanding became a foreign language.
Our eyes never meeting, and our laughter fading.
Differences put us at a disadvantage.
Our hearts never syncing, what was may be lost.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Darkened by love's light dying.
Withered by the storms in my head.
Feelings of what is no longer the same.
Memories of a time before blame.
A crater of blank space filling my chest.
Where thoughts trying to become words die.
Understanding became a foreign language.
Our eyes never meeting, and our laughter fading.
Differences put us at a disadvantage.
Our hearts never syncing, what was may be lost.
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