Tears still leave echos
Of a love that was lost
Where memories of her beauty
Are the impressions they have bought

Afraid to walk the mornings
But a prisoner to the nights
Trapted by all these hindered thoughts
To be freed by a lovers right

Songs to give their meanings
And poems to bleed their hearts
The message of a downfall
Is now painfully written on the wall

Death will bring no censure
Unfiltered lust developes pain
Portrayed by the raining
Of tears to a lovers name
 
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