This morning
I woke up to an empty bed
One devoid of warmth
The death of the future came to greet me
Watering rootless plants
Lyric sang and Luna shone
But they were born to a world of our own making
A world where warmth is met with coldness
And the sun shines with no light
A world where trees of water do not grow
But rivers of leaves cut through the snow
Lyric, Luna
Tried as I might, death to feelings was too strong
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©lordkalv
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