A Sunken Ship
When in cracks slipped her hand
When alone, I sat in the same sand
The love I had, all of it
Most of it,
Some of it,
And now none of it
And then I closed my heart
Broken, burying a bitter part
Haunted by her words, once absurd
I sit like another sheep in the herd
Alone in the past
But now lonely at last
"I had all of you
Some of you
Most of you
And now,
None of you"
Following your scent
And the words I meant
Not tonight shall I fall asleep
For I have sunk in pain so deep
Foxtrot lives as a ghost of you
For all I am, is just most of you
Take me back to that night
When the moon was so bright
Not knowing what I am supposed to do
I exist in the colours that faded years ago
This is the most beautiful thing I've come across in weeks!!
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