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photograph of the love I had in a different time turning yellow with time
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The Ramblings Of A Madman a old picture frame with dust stacked upon layers .
the photograph turning yellow with time
seconds turn to hours and hours into days
the floor of my heart is covered with the leaves
that have fallen in their prime for no other reason
than the changing of each season as the years pass by
I bear witness and smile a fake smile
so people wont ask about the sorrow and age in my eyes
or the slow death of my soul
the loss of love creates a loneliness that may fade but never dies
the pagan gods speak of a tree where hearts grow from the branches, pulsing and red
I think perhaps it is a place where those
that wander with an emptiness in their soul
can finally gain the means to cry
tortured by these eyes that have seen purgatory
I deteriorate as I watch my world waste away
a old picture frame with dust stacked upon layers .
the photograph of the love I had in a different time
turning yellow with time
~ D Donner ~
