the sand of time still trickles -
i rise and fall
without an anchor -
your words since that day
have stabbed in the back.
if I was the sun,
then you would be the moon,
that day,
i was a black sun
bruised and bitter,
no fire kindled,
and everything was
black and white
like an old photo,
of our old days
that still linger in my mind
so cold, my soul,
a white winter
i wander in rage -
for the day
the betrayer is betrayed.
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lyrics and lines
Poetryin which i write lyrics and emo stuff and idk read for inspo for poems
