Traces of you, mementos,
You hear me when you’re sleeping,
Carrying like undertows,
The sky is bruised and bleeding.
Cast aside so easily,
That time and love meant nothing,
Why guard your heart so jealously,
Inside theres naught but stuffing.
Poured out my heart, everything,
No lies, no secret places,
Love can be a deadly-thing,
Remain’s these ghostly traces.
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