But Still She's Gone
Another instance of my intuition tingling
One more night spent mingling
With thoughts of she’s gone
Another debate with what I should’ve done
One more poem one more card one more call
One more something to recapture that fall
Remind her that she loves me
But I can’t tempt fate its not about me
I love you too much to hate you
So I hate myself instead
Take breaths but my heart still
Left living in the world of the dead
My face void of fury
Condemned by your jury
To fly in Hades starless morning sky
The ache waters my soul’s fire
Pisses on the walls of my desire
This free bird yearns to be caged
Trapped in bars of aged-less
Splendour, no more smiles to render
Me helpless
Hopeless victim of crimes so dark
Bright sparks to sand
Soul crushed paper in hand
Knocked off my feet
But still I stand
Tall, no longer a fall-en dove
Soaring high in hell above
But still she's gone...
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