Shreds of a poem

A lot of words

We've never said

Became a poem torn to shreds.
I can run

And I can hide,

But there's no way past's left behind.
Light is gone.

There's pain inside,

My eyes again are opened wide.
There's nothing left,

We're worlds apart,

Though our love was a work of art.
You knocked me down,

But l will rise.

No one will ever hear my cries.
Still I'm alone,

But I'm alright.

And I don't need your love tonight.
I will burn

And I will die,

I know you'll see my soul fly high.

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