Its been a very very very long time sense I've written anything,
and an even longer time sense I've posted. It feels nice to be writing again.
I'm not sure just how much sense this one makes, but it makes sense to me.
It's about something I never talk about and rarely write about so...yeah.

Lost

Clutch and claw into you
Paint you up into something new
All the pretty lights and drifting sound
Crumble before they hit the ground

Left with wounds, cracked and bleeding
The paint peels back and fades away
Leaves me exposed, empty and needing
Could never understand why you wouldn't stay

Fairytales shattered by the slipping of time
They only serve to remind me of what was never mine
Clutching onto a fading memory
Of all the things that used to be

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