Flowers by the Goth Gate. April 2021.
...
Can you see me standing there,
just a shadow of the past.
Love is patient, Love is kind,
but just how long can it last?
...
Flowers push out of the dirt,
to bloom in the sun.
People push down the hurt,
fake smiles while having fun.
...
We each want to be understood,
not forgotten like the snow.
We all need a helping hand,
but some debts you should not owe.
...
The wind calls out her name,
I can still hear her voice.
A thousand days passed away,
forever regretting my choice.
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