Has everything turned gray?
Or is it just me gone astray.
I wish you could stay
Here with me in my arms.
The earth seems so cold
I grow old.
Of the memories,
The remnants of your presence
Scattered across the floor.
Shattered like glass,
Cleaning up this mess
Of you and me
Only leaves cuts
From the shards on the floor.
I keep my door open
Hoping you would come back to me.
My mind tells me to shut it.
But my heart tells me
He will come.
I can't hold it any longer.
My heart is on fire
for you.
Even after you hurt me.
I need you to trust me.
I need your touch.
Your arms around me
Holding me.
Healing my broken heart.
That only you can fix.
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