Black pictures
It’s too depressing
Wanting to write
But nothing
In your mind
But black pictures
Hanging there
In the corners
Of your head
Waiting for a loved one
That will never attend
And it’s too hard
To bare
The pain
The shame
Everything that came along
With the presence
Of that one name
The craving
For a tight hug
That will mend
All broken pieces
Yet that name
Was the one
That shattered
All those pieces
And it’s so hard
To remember
Not to
Surrender
When it’s just
Their presence
That makes you tender
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