Back to Good?
Can things ever go back to where they were?
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There's a heart-shaped shadow on the floor
Gently bleeding out the love it once held.
There are tears on my hands,
Tears from the depths of my soul,
My soul used to be full of love for you.
A black veil over my brain, lace and death
I can't think of good things automatically
Automatically the thoughts are dark.
I will try to turn it around,
Around and around,
Around and around.
Back to good?
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Aww, I felt the sadness and pain in this. Those first two lines were stunning though despite the tone of the piece. Lovely writing :)