My heart is left to collect the dust
And my soul flies out the window.
I watch it escape with unsteady ease
flutters away from my shaking hands.
Distant times seem to return
all too familiar and unexpectedly.
I linger.
This sea of salted tears
threatens to drown me.
There's no room to swim.
Every time you lied I forgave you.
This I never regretted.
I would rather be lost
than to persue the orchard of hope.
The color escapes my heart
I watch it bleed out upon my feet.
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