All her shattered faces
Scatter the darkened floor
Her scent lingers in the evening breeze,
Dancing with the open door.
She used to fill my heart whole
With marrow of life unending,
But as I hear love's bell's defening toll
My heart is left unmending.
Now left only with an empty core,
(Oh God, how I hate this dying heart!)
Your broken sighs don't call me anymore
As these strands of life begin to part.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
All her shattered faces
Scatter the darkened floor
Her scent lingers in the evening breeze,
Dancing with the open door.
She used to fill my heart whole
With marrow of life unending,
But as I hear love's bell's defening toll
My heart is left unmending.
Now left only with an empty core,
(Oh God, how I hate this dying heart!)
Your broken sighs don't call me anymore
As these strands of life begin to part.
I hope I'm finally starting to get over you after all this time.
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