Erase Me
Severed from the cut of your jib
Alone my aching heart's
Vitality left on a baited breeze
Erasing what was left of me
Memories oh sweet sweet memories
Erase this daunting pain
Plucked from a sacred truth
Left to soar in a clouded blur
Erase this scary dream
Alone my aching heart
Sleeps
Erase these fateful dreams
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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