Emptiness in Your Hand

Your red roses obscure in the cold
His touch of purity is growing old
Your cliché delusion deceives my brain
The lie on his lips drives me insane

Your body reflects in black and white
His arms are stranded in a height
Words of love turn into stone
His universal smile is forever blown

His heart is as empty as a page
Feet sliding on frozen rage
A broken cloud singing our blues
Your eyes are closed; neglecting the clues

 

 

The End

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