You watch as my silhouette runs off to the woods, my heart sinking for the wits well known. Thinking my anguish will never be restored, that soon the misery will take over my soul.
Not just yet I say to myself,
but before I know the torment of sorrow blemishes my texture.
In a world where tears are just a lullaby,
but how can I when each bright tear fills my heart with your reflection,
Us holding each other's souls so close,
each afraid to let go.
but now you did,
and I feel the cordolium in my heart...
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