Giving You Back
Though you were never mine...any how.
Be gone!
Sculptor of dreams
How wonderfully you tied
Each one with golden bows
Woven of fairy tales that teased
My damaged heart.
Be gone!
Back through the dark streets
Of Melancholy where you found me.
The lights are on now, and I can find
My way without you!
I give you back to the only one who
Understands you...
Yourself!
Cynthia
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