You where the light that went out,
when the wind blew too hard,
the drapes that fly up
when you open the door,
the key that fits in the lock
but won't turn
The reason to breath
the reason to yearn
the steps that lead up
to an empty wall
the undelivered card
with no return address
the baby that got
dropped on it's head
you're the embrace,
that feels ******* pointless
a walk on the beach,
that ends at a cliff
I only miss you,
when I'm full of dread
maybe I'll miss you
when I'm dead.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
You where the light that went out,
when the wind blew too hard,
the drapes that fly up
when you open the door,
the key that fits in the lock
but won't turn
The reason to breath
the reason to yearn
the steps that lead up
to an empty wall
the undelivered card
with no return address
the baby that got
dropped on it's head
you're the embrace,
that feels ******* pointless
a walk on the beach,
that ends at a cliff
I only miss you,
when I'm full of dread
maybe I'll miss you
when I'm dead.
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