The heart grows cold,
As the minutes run slow,
As the seconds unfold,
I forget that girls glow,
In the back of my mind saying,
I told you so,
On to the next as I drink these bitter woes,
I’m not mad I just need some time to console,
Barking up the wrong tree I suppose,
I’m not trying to waste my life to these…
My heart contracts as the blood begins to flow,
I must remain focused, the mind whispers to the soul,
Fighting off these demons, if only you ever tried to know…
By Anonymous
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