Wandering down the path of life,
Surviving as it may.
here comes the season of fall,
And her feelings turned to clay.
warmth of love that once healed all wounds,
now engraving new scars deep in soul.
must a heart always feel the pain,
crushed and crumbled, making it whole.
What our love story would have been,
with no lies and treason.
for each stab on my back,
had justification with just enough reason.
embracing sweet knife laced with wine,
red was the color, as of rain.
keeping all her burn as close as i can,
hope to enlighten some darkness in my vein.
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