Traces of me lay bare,
Elevated, unaware.
Empirical nuances - filter through.
You rarely notice, it's cruel.
You've grown immune to my needs,
Watching as destruction plants it's seed.
Warmth has gone,
I should have known all along.
Love has wilted from your face,
I stand alone in the halls of our embrace.
There was a time, there was a place.
But now, I fall from grace.
And as I search for what I've lost,
Your name is on my heart, embossed.
It's burning deep a blackened hole.
Through which escapes, my tortured soul.
So as I sit here, bemused and so alone.
Wishing that you would, maybe just come home.
I start to ask myself, is it really worth?
When your love to me just recently, has seemed more like a curse.
1st part @yikici
2nd part @sJw
3rd part @richwithey
4th part @LeeLee101
5th part @Stablish
It sounds finished to me but if @sarahgamal has a change of heart you can feel free to carry it on, if not and with @yikici's permission I will name it I guess.
Check out @yikici's post for complete rule list.
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