futile
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And all that i wished for,
was to watch all the sunrises of my life with you.
But you;
You left before the sun rose,
Before the people woke,
Before our love bloomed.
The moon shines
Spreading glittering rays
Reflecting off of lakes
Like broken shards of light
The air hangs heavy
I push away my problems like
I push the smoke from my lungs
I'd do it for honor
If only I had some
I see myself crumblin'
I want for you to tell Christ
That his quick glass is almost up
And the moon’s light
Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners
Residing idly in the room
Where the devious shadows lay
Thing is,
The days she wakes up
With dread for the mirror
And nights crumble away
With never-ending tears.
Because she isn’t-
Because she can’t be-
Because she’ll never be-
