There were whispers I didn’t hear,
Words I could not say,
Things I didn’t see,
And memories that couldn’t stay.
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Just a little drop,
Yet you make me smile,
Soft, cold,
Yet I feel alive.
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If you really wish to leave,
Don’t make it slow,
I wouldn't stop you,
You can leave,
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I miss the way you’d hold my hands,
I miss the way you’d caress my hair,
I miss those nights beneath the stars,
And I miss the last day in your arms.
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Soft like its petals,
Pure as it’s red,
She’s a pretty, little rose,
Or so have they said…
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The light wouldn’t shine for long,
Darkness comes closer to me,
And I try to escape its holds,
But its clutches won’t set me free.
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If I were winds, you were storms,
if I were bliss, you were remorse,
if I were skies, you were wells,
if I were mirth, you were yells....
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From his lavish throne, by the screen,
He watches his players play,
And as they stand tall in his devious land,
The game maker smirks at his innocent preys...
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It's braided strands coil around my fist
As my fingers taint it red,
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With broken wings it flies around,
While the shooter marks his prey,
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