Jist At the Year End

by daughter of sorrow   Jul 3, 2016


As time passes by,
Words aren't there to be speak
But a silent
Will hear everything

The cries under the pillow
Like someone made its widow
Heart breaking,
Body cover with leaves

The skies aren't blue
But gray
Memories are back where you
And I always true

Now the feeling of loneliness
Bares my bare skin
Knowing you are about to leave
Holding will be useless, I'm dying

How can I make these words
As a last goodbye
Where all I think
Is you being by my side

And so as my last bow
This little heart of mine
Will always be your
Even you don't ever want

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