Scattered pieces, open wounds
Withered hearts of yesterday;
Tiny evils pull and tear
On our hearts they dance and play;
Swaying on a sea of dark
Lack of stars to guide our way;
Restless, wanting, need of light
To end our night, invite our day;
Haunted by our past and present
Taken from us peace of mind;
Faceless puppets point and laugh
Yet, what we have they cannot find;
Thoughts are twisting, feels like spinning
Exhausted from our frantic binds;
Lonely seems to last forever
All we seem to have is time;
Sickened and engulfed by nothing
Leaving seems to answer 'why';
Nervous at the thought of something
Always mindful, passing by;
Moth is landing, pace is slowing
Cocoon is formed and something dies;
Reborn with a single touch
A new, within each other lies;
Watching, holding, wanting, learning
The moments seem to make us strong;
Warm embraces, life is blury
Forever, will each other long;
Emerging from the heavy cast
Spreading wings, the sound of song;
So much love to never last
Flutter with the wind, then gone...
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