Puddle
My only friend
Is the one in my head
'cause the one that I had
was left behind in the sand
The sand of the hourglass
waning away
never stopping
never speeding
only burying your secrets
grain by grain
Someone to hold
something to have
All pain
no gain
I reached out to touch you
and you melted
as my fingers grazed
your perfect face
I try to scoop up the puddle
mould you back into shape
But I just kept slipping
in the mess
that I used to live for
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