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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sigh # 14 She said there’s beauty in the ashes of our fire And if I didn't see the truth, I would be a liar But I’m stuck inside the embers of this love While she is outside the fire watching it burn When the moon gleams and she is alone She doesn't wait for me to come home I've known I’m not the only one she thinks of And I brokenly wait for her thoughts to turn While she roams wondering when I will learn She poured me wine and uninvited me from her bed Saying she regretted the three words she’d once said I tried to take her back to where our seed once grew Well some things never change and some things do I’m still struggling with memories of what’s true Where the trees once stood grown and tall She just stands there watching them fall With water in one hand and a chainsaw in the other She pushes me out of her warm nest and into the flock How can I keep sitting here? How can our time still be? When it seems so hard for her to even smile at me? She can’t help but drift from our bed to another No matter which hand is where on the last clock Eventually time will teach me to stand and to walk She poured me wine and uninvited me from her bed Saying she regretted the three words she’d once said Where am I supposed to go what am I to do, If to me she is right and to her I’m old news? I’m still suffocating from these breathless blues And I will write about the sighs that I choose
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