Lay dormant for a long time
felt the passing of years
missed my prime
asleep in this swamp of stagnant tears
Not dead, but not alive, a line inbetween
the passage of time so slowly closes
hugs you close, drags you down to a world unseen
just alone, asleep in bad dreams, not a bed of roses
Trust all turned to dust, a promise broken
the premise of the love that was lost
a lifetime stolen with just a few words spoken
left crushed by your heart of frost
Lay dormant for a long time
but no more, I awoke
started to climb through the layers of grime
to start again, as the old days go up in smoke
felt the passing of years
missed my prime
asleep in this swamp of stagnant tears
Not dead, but not alive, a line inbetween
the passage of time so slowly closes
hugs you close, drags you down to a world unseen
just alone, asleep in bad dreams, not a bed of roses
Trust all turned to dust, a promise broken
the premise of the love that was lost
a lifetime stolen with just a few words spoken
left crushed by your heart of frost
Lay dormant for a long time
but no more, I awoke
started to climb through the layers of grime
to start again, as the old days go up in smoke
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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