Daffodils on windowsills
glowing in the rain
I shout your name;
a synonym of pain,
but all I hear is silence.
Taking charge of what we once had,
I'll wish upon the dimmest star tonight,
hoping that someday I'll be alright.
Cutting deep inside of me
this knife of you
leaving me limp in your arms.
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