The Shine
She's dying
And it's your fault
The pain won't stop
New scars open up
To drench her life
To eat her wings
Tear her beauty
Then bleed her heart
To see the the shine
Dim
Dangerously low
I feel the lake
Fill with tears
To dance at Death's door
Till the shine runs out
And all that's left
Is it's singe on the heart
And my memory
she has died
You're free
Because there was never a shine
Left in me
Copyright © Ayishah Sifontes | Year Posted 2005
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