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Mar 2016
Before I awoke, it were her lips that I craved
I felt her feet stomping as she danced on my grave
And in this moment frozen, was a promise she made
"If I give you my love, you will forever be stained."
This woman so beautiful, with all of her grace
She erased my sickness
For a time, unafraid
So without a glimpse, and away from this place
She would be gone forever,
I will forever be stained.
Tears that turn words to ink blots on pages
Drained out of this place like the blood in my veins
I cover one wound, as to bleed out in stages,
The roses they bloom as I savor the pain

A love all alone, dimming life into darkness
A journey we've known, only to crave.
A boy that has died from a women so heartless.
Came back to life, as she danced on his grave.
Basically I wrote this about love and how it dies. Sometimes only to be reborn
Shyloh Hatfield
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Shyloh Hatfield  San Diego, CA
(San Diego, CA)   
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