The wreckage
My love,
you want it
Then step back
Give me room.
My hate,
we got it
just sit
wait right here
My rage,
forget it
just wait
just wait right here.
So long,
and forgotten
my love,
she died right here
So close
to what she wanted
My fear
It won't take hold.
My dearly departed
my love,
she died right here
close to what she wanted
she feared what she can't control
Now we're back
right where we started
right there
we died so close
From what we wanted
my fear, it wont take
hold.
Die my beloved
my fear,
it wont take hold.
Copyright © joseph randall | Year Posted 2025
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