What used to be

Together in bed

Always worlds apart.

Hanging from my wall

You were always my art.

 

Play with me,

And you will be hanging from your neck.

Done with the games

I’m looking for love,

Not complications

 

Time arrows

I’m constantly turning back the hands of time

Trying to get what’s mine

Can’t even look you in the eye

 

What have I done

Pushing you away

The promise land was never promised.

 

 

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