Silver

Your heart is black as the raven,

You can never love,

You waste your time on appearances,

For what reason? You do not know.

You sit and write and ponder,

Dreaming of different worlds,

Your fleeting, useless, misguided hope,

Blinding you to the real world.

You hang on the words of strangers,

In hopes that it's you they love,

You never speak up or talk back,

Even to those you think you know.

Your soul is non-existent,

Your hearts misguided charade,

You've lied so much about it,

You truly believe it yourself,

Your heart is black as the raven,

You can never love,

You just mimic the emotion so well,

That you think you have a hope.

The End

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