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In mourning for the dead
I take the time to shed
Tears
That allow me to cleanse my spirit
Of you.
Your touch,
Your smile,
Your hugs,
Your kisses,
Those wonderful things, I’ll be missing.
The way you swagger when you walk.
The southern drawl when you talk
All these things will be laid to rest.
Gotta think of me and what is best.
You had taken residence in my dome,
In my heart, you had a home
But now the time has come
Because we both know you’re not the one
Who’s worthy of this space
So a funeral must take place.
The man I once knew is no more.
The man I see now has made my heart sore
With all his false promises
His lies and neglect.
Like a noose around my neck
Had a hold on me.
But I’ve let go.
I say good-bye to you, my hopes and dreams
They’re gone to hell with you,
Or so it seems.