Tainted images etched in my mind,
leaving cold shadows painting my soul.
Unaware of what was to become of me,
how could I know how far I would fall?
Trees singing whispers of dying winds cold,
blending together in the darkness I fall.
So deep her water crashing on my broken shores,
dying waves of shallow hearts beating for a sign of hope.
Nothing left to paint her shadows burning strong,
under the foot of darkness my pain reveals my scars.
I try to breathe so cold her haunting portrait plays,
games of loss in the image she left for me to find.
Her hair wraps around my hands binding eternal flames,
carrying only sorrow in the joy I once knew.
I reach out to find something beyond my grief,
in all light blinding eyes of these lost pictures of love.
Johnny Love
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