Black

Oct 11, 2023

Black

I’m living a strange life.
She went into my heart.
Never to find her way back.
Unless she was dressed in black.

And heaven was a step away.
But she left me anyway.
Let it die.
Let it die.
Let it die.

To think how much I cared.
She could be dead, diseased, or scared.
I no longer want to know.
Her and I.
Fire and ice.
Hair and lice.

The closer I got to being a part...
The darker became my crippled heart.
I learned to steal with a smile.
I would have died for her.

I got undressed and felt so blessed.
She took my clothes and put them on.
Friends looked at me like I wasn’t there.
But in my face, no, they wouldn’t dare.

My fate was to be alone from the very start.
I never learned to ignore the headlights.
I’ve never been run over by the train of love.
A spade and sand, and shove, and shove, and shove.

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