GoodbyeA Poem by HanhilLetting go
Sort out my heart in this mess
Left behind, your love's a jest Retained my soul but the spark's gone The dream now stand all alone. Fighting sleep and monsters under the bed A dam formed from all the tears unshed When the end comes before the start When the Viola to your Orsino part. A lilting lullaby in the wind, The chill asunder deep within All the Rage, all the hidden forms! We were always a fight against norms.. An act it was, Stage three It wasn't just to set you free. My heart's anything but sore Still you don't know me anymore. © 2012 HanhilAuthor's Note
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