Labyrinth
A labyrinth of moments, cruel twist of fate. When did our love turn to spite, my friends turn to snakes? I've believed in too much, let down by too many. Now I can’t even believe in myself, I’m so cold, so empty. For a moment of your love did I open my veins. Only to receive nothing , darkness and pain. The smile on my face turned to a cold stare of shame. In this labyrinth of moments this one the most true… where I lost myself, in the search to find you.
Copyright © George Garner | Year Posted 2023
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