Daze
Daze
Feeling dead when I’m alive,
My sun no longer shines.
Crazy days are all behind me;
All I have is half-remembered memories.
Time is not a healer and I am not a friend.
Every time I see her face,
I want the world to burn to its end.
For all love ever caused me;
The scars upon my heart.
An empty box of what I could have been.
Written down is not who we hope we are.
These are just in pieces, the thoughts upon my grave.
Mask to hide diseases.
Once you have been lost, you have had your love me days.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2020
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