No Love To Guide - Poem by Fox Fang
I never knew the way to her house would be so far, and hard.
Maybe it's because I don't have her love to guide me through anymore.
When I finally got there,
There's this pain that I couldn't bare,
I can't breathe in the fresh cold air.
My heart feels sour like a lemon,
her house used to be my heaven,
and she used to be my angel.
My way back home was even farther, and harder.
The memories we made and kept, is slowly flashing through my mind,
I slowly my way back home, while she was on my mind, and in my heart.
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