The sadness is a bottomless pool when you’re not here
Every movement, every thought in slow motion
The canvas of my heart is painted black
In honor of the death I am emersed in.
Fallen like a leaf upon my grave
The visiting hours of my living memory will never die
You are welcome to remember what it was
The giving of my love within the way I gazed at you.
The birds that wouldn’t sing are now withdrawn
In the empty hours time is standing still
I know for sure the sun won’t rise tomorrow
My eyes are closing evermore.
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