I Just Can't Find The Words

Your eyes used to shine with the stars,

Like constellations in the night.

Now they flicker with uncertainty,


Like a firefly slowly dying,

Losing its spark.


What used to be, isn’t.


Your arms used to be clean,

Like a blank canvas.

Now they’re dotted with pinpricks,


Like tunnels made by an earthworm,

Looking for a permanent home.


What used to be, isn’t.


Your voice used to ring with the angels,

Like Niagara Falls on a blissful morning.

Now it’s solemn with lost hope,


Like the empty bottle of a dehydrated infant,

Yearning for thirst.


What used to be, isn’t.

What would be, won’t.

What should be, will never. 


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