The Ballad of the Lover Boy
He never found love,
You found he.
He didn’t know how to find you again…
But he found why you left.
You reached out from the void,
Showed him compassion,
But he broke your hand,
Now it’s just black again.
He stood alone in the fog,
Could still smell your embrace,
The blood has washed off,
But your heart is still bleeding.
You never needed he to be happy,
I need you…
Your colours dimmed
But never went dull
The lights in your eyes faded in tone
But never were extinguished
From the out
Is to see in
A new angle in which to see
The dark musings he played on you
A monster
A poison
A fool
Now a lost scripture
A dirty reminder
To where a man would stand
If thee were to wage war
With loves mere hands
It’s too dark here
To read the markings on his skin
So instead I will wither
Never to be known, again.
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