An unmade mind.

Last years stranger, come back to me.
For in knowing you was where I lost.
I am blind and know not how,
To find the thunder I once rode.

Let me speak, I've lost my voice,
My name, my heart, I made the choice.
I ceased to be a single soul,
and lived content, two as whole.

But what of my legacy, my empty page?

There was no malice, no cruel intent
But you so righteous, I must repent,
How could I not fall,
How did I not shatter?

And it was in the dark,
your shadows warmth,
That I found myself,
my strength renewed.
And so I broke free and sought my path,
But missed the light of the other half.

So I came back, my heart on sleeve,
A lonely girl, with hope of fire..

but find instead a bitter mouth,
Frozen hands with lost desire.
Empty eyes that seem intent,
to sting with hollow sentiment.





Last years stranger, come back to me.