The Remains

It's been years since you called me 'angel'

I suppose I fell from grace

Thought you'd never walk away from me

Another lie I have to face

My name sprawled in a spiral notebook somewhere

Another memory to be burned

The notes left behind in our ashes

Another life I've had to learn

To treasure every moment

This world in it's rapture

As anger streaks through it's veins

Is something I often capture

And I'm left with the remains.

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