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These days, all winter has brought it pain and sadness,
Looking as the days go by,
I’ll pretty much die soon just staring,
The hourglass taking, every wasted breath away.

Memories run by as they say “hi”,
Making me suffer with those happy thoughts,
Thoughts from the past and what could be now,
What could be “us”, what could I be more than I am.

Instead here I am; writing useless words; you won’t even care to read,
Wasted thoughts that no one even knows that exist,
Exhaust emotions tired of giving and not receiving,
Not even the least of “thank you” its ever heard.

Music is the best chain of memories I’ve known,
Besides God of course,
The pain I can take, the suffering is the one,
Ever gets to me; always makes me cry.

Never glanced into real love; here it has been waiting,
Picking up the pieces of every bad experience known,
Getting rusty and a bit old,
Who will find the child between these walls?

They say time is the key; but not the key to mine,
Locked up in high towers; a love’s cry in vain,
An empty chamber has been found; belonging to patience,
This has taken control followed by pretend.

I stand here, thinking about those damned thoughts,
Mocking and making fun of me they always are,
Unloved I am and so what,
Does this piece of heart can take more?

Non less; the burden hardens the heart,
But yet still; warm is the soul,
Do not try to come too close,
I don’t want to loose my heart…