.:: Crave ::.

Turn to stone
To still my words,
The silence haunting
The hurt this caused,
And yet of numbness,
And cold I cry,
I cannot save
The last goodbye.
You do not care,
I broke for naught,
And yet for all,
A lesson taught.
Is love this red?
My blood is so.
I feel for you
So I let you go.



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