With a blurry distorted sight
Grey colours fade, try as I might
The eyes begin to close
Sounds beat onto my window as the wind blows
Voices intermingle and sounds intervwine,
Speaking to me softly, your hand rests in mine
Cold and bare against my skin
You never stayed long enough to let me in
Trees rustle in the wind and flowers grow
The grip tightens as I try to let go
The sun blazes and scorches me
You've become blind and unable to see:
The scars and bruises remain
And still you do it all over again.
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