Her

The night is growing on me
And the deprivation of sleep overwhelms me
My confusion is worsening
The sorrow is returning
And my smile is fading
I've lost hope
But my determination is ceaseless
The cigarette buds are piling up
While my lungs are inhaling the smoke
My heart beat is speeding
And then it slows down
My eyes on edge, preventing the damned tears
While you listen to me in desperate need of the answers
My head is heavy and I feel sick
And it's only damaging the shred of a soul that I possess
The distant memory of our forgotten affection
Is still eternally present in the abyss of a heart
Too cowardly to express a thing
The mockingbird sings a pleasant song
But his songs break my eardrums and shatter my will
I let out the damn tear finally and the embers of my cigarette are dead now
They're dead like the fulfilling yet unforgettable love I'll cease to erase
The unspoken truth reeks with a sinister taunt
Beating it's way around my bush and clipping the hedges
Sculpting and lurking within the confines
Tearing away my desires
Until what's left is the colorful imagery of a sunset
And yes a golden goddess who like me is observing,
Is hesitant needless to say, to ever accommodate for this diminished admiration
For she too is fearful

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