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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