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Icy Grave



Sounds float from fingertips
Colored by the hues of love’s dawn,
Staring through burning,
Unshed tears, I see
A silhouette lost in the mist
With each step away from me
… pain left behind
As a reminder for a foolish heart

~*~

Just for a moment
I allowed the sunshine to caress
This heart, like a wild flower blooming,
Trying to catch
Elusive moonbeams
Sliding through my fingers.
Did I touch truth, or was it
A mere illusion?

~*~

Your voice whispers in my mind,
The pain screams, wanting
To curl into a ball and hide from the world.
My heart still lives in those moments
Remembering your touch,
When I held in my hands
The seeds of hope…
Now I swallow bitter tears

~*~

I miss the illusion I had,
If only for a few moments,
Beautiful lies are better than nothing
… or so they say.
I feel the blades of loneliness and pain
Slice through the hours of my existence,
I forgot the life before,
All I can remember now is you

~*~

I smile,
I function…
And quietly I weep,
My life doesn’t belong to me.
My heart crawls back
Into its lonely, icy grave
… Never again!
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