Poetry.
The doorbell chime
The road back is unlit, my faith is pale
U &me was home, my enduring veil
Said you weren’t returning, that hour sensitive
why is a slice of your soul still my captive?
Reincarnating now, are the slain bits of me
Don’t return with your dagger, I’m on my knee
You sucked beats out of my dazing heart..
Always needed you but life can finally restart..
I thought we were sealed by the tarot
It broke me that I could still breathe watching you go,
You were embedded in every nook of my faith
Don’t return with your bloodshed dagger, its late..
Its been rather long, a fading count
Your rainbowed voice filled my days, now no sound..
Seeking yourself, you gallop back into my deepest fear
And the doorbell of our broken home I hear..
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