Confessions


I’ve been marking these walls in times of darkness and pain.
Oh lover of mine,
You took the little things that mattered, the inches between us
grew farther
Tormented, my heart screamed at deaf ears,
A silhouette of your shadow is left behind,
Left behind to haunt me in spring among roses.

Like empty pages in the wind my emotions float
Towards you in hope that you will lay your ink on them.
Now in this blank canvas
I dance alone.

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