tears of happiness run down an open canvus
while streams of pain thrash threw closed valleys


memories of sandcastles still stand on the white sandy beaches
though stomping them in hate crash my mind


licking lolly pops at the carnival sweeten my heart
but the taste of sour eats my soul


picnics in the park refresh my body
while so close, yet so distant kills me


being on my own, having my own to find fills me with relief
but the lacking of you gone still disbeliefs a lost child


having no one to care for me with my heart so young and purished with love
breaks with one sign of unloving words or hate


once a week out of a month throughout a year
murders what we could have had


wishing does nothing but scratch my hopes
fill not full, gone not here, dead not alive


tears of happiness run down an open canvus
while streams of pain thrash threw closed valleys
 
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