Waking to the void just wanting to cry... As the emptiness isn't so shy... Though it has nothing to do with being alone... It's just the heart's been touched by a hand so cold... With butterflies etched into its walls... Whispering when dreams fade so raw... As tears sit in the wells of sockets wanting to be released... Times come upon the eyes opening that the drifting leaks... Feeling the hope of self dismissed by each drip held in... In silent moments loosening to the life ahead without a friend... Lost in mornings not wanting to move... Needing comfort here n there so the mind can call a truce... To ease the weight of memories cut from the now of such absence... Damn near as if the sun was hidden behind the clouds presence... Keeping life to a dull overshadowing of haze... As the taste of a name has the head shaking no longer in pain... Knowing it's just the thought that creeps up on the blindside of stability... Caught off guard by what never had a chance to perform with motions so vivid smiles were to be created by its agility... Yet it's the remains of particles that sneak into the a.m. looking to damper the mood... Just to rise from the pillow to say fuck it n get on with the day awaiting ones next move... Removing the sheets for a wash for the tainted slush dripped out... Laughing at how self is reminded of pieces of used to bees without sound... Proud to have felt both sides of what was considered luv... With birds floating through the air one more time like it cannot have what's come of what's been forever hushed...
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