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My final line The sky is black, the curtains have been closed. I have lost all the love in the world; so empty; so alone. The lights are turned out, the heating is off. It was once so bright and warm here, But now all that was and all my dreams are lost. I am without a hope; nothing to see. Everything gone; broken pieces. The clock has stopped, My world no longer spins; Time is at an end and there will be no more beginning. I pray for reincarnation, but I am without faith. The only emotions I had, like my hair, they are all fading to grey. The roots have cracked, The branches have snapped, The leaves have fallen, The trunk is under attack, From the cells inside; No light shines from my eyes. I can no longer smile, this is my final mile. At the end of a short race, I could never keep up with the pace. My pacemaker heart needs another kick-start. Hook me up with love; Do you have her number? Tell her I am going soon and this is no rumour. But if she wants to be loved for a moment in time, Then she should let me know if she wants to be loved, Before I read my final line… (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
My final line
My final line The sky is black, the curtains have been closed. I have lost all the love in the world; so empty; so alone. The lights are turned out, the heating is off. It was once so bright and warm here, But now all that was and all my dreams are lost. I am without a hope; nothing to see. Everything gone; broken pieces. The clock has stopped, My world no longer spins; Time is at an end and there will be no more beginning. I pray for reincarnation, but I am without faith. The only emotions I had, like my hair, they are all fading to grey. The roots have cracked, The branches have snapped, The leaves have fallen, The trunk is under attack, From the cells inside; No light shines from my eyes. I can no longer smile, this is my final mile. At the end of a short race, I could never keep up with the pace. My pacemaker heart needs another kick-start. Hook me up with love; Do you have her number? Tell her I am going soon and this is no rumour. But if she wants to be loved for a moment in time, Then she should let me know if she wants to be loved, Before I read my final line… (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
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