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Hello

Hello, Your voice crashed my silence like a gunshot on a Sunday morning And hello was all you said For now, now I am dead inside Dead over a lake that was lucky to grace your toes Dead as your warm hands floats over my cheeks And a kiss that is tattooed in on the back of my hand So I see it always just like the lyrics your favorite bands So what is it that you seek? You were once my the light guiding my path And now you’re hidden by an unseen wrath & through these lines & rhymes where is your reply And don’t Don’t you start to cry Because now , now I start to question why? And as that tear sinks lower on your face, This memory becomes something I can’t erase It begins to cut my soul, like a knife with no place to go I feel it twist and turn as it hacks its way through words I used to say Words like “We can be something great” “We will make this last” But what is left of “we” Please I beg, as the tear drops to ground with such a sound A sound that pounds against my chest like a hammer to a nail Help me see what is left But we didn’t last And I’m still dead from the past So hello, But I must go

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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