#6

 

I can see the sky is grieving

Your departure's gone and left it grey

And all the bitter rain that keeps on falling

Only serves to reflect the tears cried every day

The leaves have all turned ashen

Your absence rotted every one

It seems our summer's died a death

And our spring may never come


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#5

 
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I broke myself
I broke myself again
but this time, there was no way to mend
all the pieces lay on the ground
all the fragments that could be found
bitter longings left behind
washed away by tears of mine
I am lost with no direction
stranded in the midst of my own creation
there was never hope for me
just a mirage of faux happy