Eclipse of the Past
My mirror image can’t even look
me in the eyes
and the stars, they don’t want
to kiss me back
the silver ring on my left-hand,
is turning purplish-black
for the tear drops, they still fall
like the frozen ice
so it took a walk with the
mountains of delusion
as the moon makes its face, the
shadows disappear
but I sat on the woods, talking
to myself- imagination
for the winds hurts just like the
spare
what did you think my heart is
made for, is it just a container
for the blood
it conceals so many hurts, yet
that red sheet matter
for you were the one I still
come home to, if it feels any
better
the thoughts went dark, the
heart went numb, then the love
cold
only to stand, look past the
broken trust and felt the face
it hits just like a tornado-for you
were my first time
with a hand holding spirit and a
chest full of weed-less peace
but I moved on and you in your
delirium-bitter as lime.
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