Not a Love Story
I cried when my brothers died
When my heart was broken
and when i broke another's
not a good man
but a bad one trying
Trying to outrun uncatchable mistakes
Cried in the deadest morn
and night
when darkest shadows act as flares
Not concise but shortened
Shortened names joined by the i do
And the first time sight of newly born eyes
I have cried
without her
without her
i
will
never stop
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