Bridges burning, not for yearning, the past should stay in its place. Shadows dance on the trees, growing a fear inside the hollow bark. Shadows of taunting torment, unfamiliar yet too familiar. The feelings of fire, burning what I stand on, burn me.
What saves beyond truth, when truth can’t save itself?
Truth won’t suffice, for there is no truth unseen.
The moon is out, let it die, that eye won’t see what you do to me. Let it die, let the stars be the only light in the sky. Wishing, hoping, finding another you, someone who does what you could never do.
Shadows dance, between the trees, across the wind, beyond the seas.
Finding me.
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