Insanity...yes, I am draped in insanity
Laughing the high pitched shrills of a nightingale a wing
Hair down, pale faced, walking an infinitely slow walk
I’ve become a slave to the world’s bitter ways.
I lost you love
And with it I have lost myself
Abandoning my happiness with your loss in the past
Never letting myself move on in this never-ending circle of life
I’ve become a ghost; an insomniac, a lunatic, a fright.
But time seems to heal the painful sores
that brought tears once upon a time
And now I’m left with scars; a reminiscence of the past of bittersweet memories,
My tears trickle light.
That scar I will cherish till the day I die
Like a trophy or a star
Moving on doesn’t mean I don’t love you
It means I’ve learned to love myself, accept life’s bitter ways
Accept change and increment
Yet cherish your love all the way.
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