Words.
Once of pain and longing.
Gone, and dead.
Forever lies.
What once struck true,
and burned my heart,
chilled my soul,
teaching me emotion.
Like a winter morn,
Fled from pure radiance,
From a passionate and contrasting sky,
From the sparkling and sublime snow.
My heart cannot hold,
What once fuelled my hand,
What once gave my words meaning,
is now a foreign thought.
Broken is my mind,
and you live within every crack.
My words only wish,
to describe your perfection.
You needn't give me praise,
nor show me your affection,
for even a glance from you,
sends me into agony.
My heart bleeds on a page,
or, it once did.
Now, i have found my cure,
and it cuts me deeper still.
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