Shade of the Sun
The shade of the sun does not belong where the nights miss love
Robbing hearts spilling invisible tears all over the sheets in the dark
And the days only grow stark weeds that breed such bitterness
Where time bends men over with only the taste of lifes dust in their veins
The granite hearts shatter with ease upon this feather filled anvil
As shackled faces continue to swim in this empty well
Copyright © Darren Deichen | Year Posted 2007
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