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6 o'clock

 
my life stopped when you walked out  
the clock chimed six  
now it's 6 o'clock eternally  
 
I hear the chimes and the door clicking closed echoing in my mind  
it's a hollow sound  
I should have known you wouldn't turn back  
and maybe in my heart, I did  
 
replaying the last argument over and over  
wondering what was the nail in the coffin  
my thoughts run so fast and my mouth even faster  
what pushed you over the edge?  
 
I'll never know because you won't talk to me  
and I die a little more in the silence every day  
cold comfort is my anger that refuses to come  
because I know I was wrong  
 
wrong for a long time  
I can't get mad at you for leaving  
or blame you for refusing to see me  
you know I'm broken  
would see it in my eyes  
and the last pieces of you still whole would shatter  
 
so I walk on into the silence  
try to find some sense of redemption in the sun  
and some hope in letting you go  
with the knowledge it's time  
 
 
 
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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Author's Note
just playing out a feeling here...
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