my minutes pass like hours
my hours pass like days
my time with out you
passes like years; all a waste
and it hurts
pain; tightening; stiffness
in my swollen and scarred heart
no emotion breaks through
the barrier of hurt.
happiness is shot down,
by the pain of our memories.
the happiest days of my life
melted into a blur of "sadness"
they drip black ink that stings
in the festered wouds that spread
the infection.
you... are the gash that
coughs up blood, deep inside
the wound that will never heal
a neverending, time-consuming
pain, brought on by love.
my minutes pass like hours,
my hours pass like days,
all a waste.
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Turn your face away,
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away...
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
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