The Fall

The snow softly kisses the earth

as cold as my weary bitter heart

 

the sun sets on my pain

darkness surrounding me

now more honey sweet days

 

I keep on falling into

the abyss of my feelings

 

emotion possessing the soul

and tearing at the heart

 

until I can't feeling anything at all

once again I fall.

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