Song of Woe


The last thing I heard was an uncouth farewell
Coarse words against a brittle soul
A longing for a gentle pull
To break apart this troubled spell

I have to wonder if you spent
A day inside my troubled head
If you would still romanticize
My demons prowling deep inside

To hear the words stained on your lips
A sentence fragment or perchance a kiss
Would save me from this sinking ship
But alas, that wish won't come to pass

Though vines of despair wrap taut around
Old feelings seem to lose their ground
My sun rises on this snowy day
Shadows not gone, but lost their way

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