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The Hurting Shadows
The scars of my cruel past have refused to heal.
The blood from my wounded heart scales the hill.
Now and then your fogs are aloof my very gaze.
In the deadness of the night, your tiny palm is before my eyes.
Chilling, chilled air blow across my face
Always I knew you are at my fence.
You are my hurting Shadow
You passed my sphere and pinned so slow.
You are my hurting Shadow.
My very first and last blood that was spilt.
why do you lurk around like a spirit, on an ending walk homeward?
You peep, You groaned.
I can hear your voice from the ground.
Every day my head, aches from the tear I cried
Wish somehow you would for one moment inclined.
But I was wrong.
Cause you are just but a hurting shadow.
A memory from my past, that had refused to wind down.
#Hurting Heart
#Bleeding Past
The blood from my wounded heart scales the hill.
Now and then your fogs are aloof my very gaze.
In the deadness of the night, your tiny palm is before my eyes.
Chilling, chilled air blow across my face
Always I knew you are at my fence.
You are my hurting Shadow
You passed my sphere and pinned so slow.
You are my hurting Shadow.
My very first and last blood that was spilt.
why do you lurk around like a spirit, on an ending walk homeward?
You peep, You groaned.
I can hear your voice from the ground.
Every day my head, aches from the tear I cried
Wish somehow you would for one moment inclined.
But I was wrong.
Cause you are just but a hurting shadow.
A memory from my past, that had refused to wind down.
#Hurting Heart
#Bleeding Past
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