From Dust To Dust & From Heart To At Loss


It ticks
I can hear it
Pushing into my heart
Scaring my chest
Ripping out my guts

Leaving his initials 
Burned on the inside of my veins 
His name
Lost on my lips
His face captured behind my eye lids

A lullaby in the hiss of the wind whispers his warmth 
The tightness of his arms
his breath smokes my nick into disbelieve

Oh my poor aching soul 
Mourn the loss of your relief 

Oh my poor head
Mourn the loss of his sleep

For those who know love, love has lost his game

for those who know pain, pain had gained more pain

For those who knew who I fell for

Mourn our story, time had won us all.



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