The Effect of His Death
For a second, my thoughts wonder
And this heart
Feels like its stopped beating
I'm under water
Struggling for breath
Who will occupy me
I'm falling
There is an ache, growing
A hollow tree
In a prosperous garden
Ive so much to say
But id rather not
Who wants to talk
If they've lost
Sentimentality is a foe
Playing violins
To imperfect moments
Making one final touch
The impossible desire
That chokes me
For the aftermath
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