 | My heart's been aching for too long, starved of a dreamed kiss,
And like a broken dream, a dying hope, my heart is falling now.
The torment of deprivation, only to come out alone, empty handed,
With nothing left, the dreams; a last hope fading into the shadows.
Moons go by across the starlit sky, and every night it gets worse,
Sulking amongst the shadows, searching for where it all went wrong.
I’m like an animal hurt, cowering and whimpering in the corner,
In my own private world reflecting on the world outside my head.
This is my melancholy story, with an epilogue for a foreword,
A letter to the world of a man who finally learnt to accept the cold,
And became it one and only, entire, falling in a void of empty sorrows,
In an effort to escape a haunting pain, dying for the kiss... |  |
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