On a table
next to an empty coffee cup
my thoughts are scattered
on pages of us.
How long I’ve stared at
all that remains
tracing footprints in the hall
while flicking my brush on canvas
trying to paint
a fire without a flame
a heart void of love
knowing inside
strings are plucked full of pain.
There is you
on a table
though your smile is smudged
from tears in vain
but they are mine
to shed
and for you I endure
until I fill another page.
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Brilliant!
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Thank you very much! 😉
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Thank you much!
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