Perpetual
I put my hopes in time
Time heals
What a foolish mistake
Wounded birds, memories
Break through my window.
The sun is only rising.
How many times
Have I got to fall
For you to let me go?
I made a start, now
I pray for the end to come
My words are less than nothing
How can I tell
In only three lines
How much I ache?
You understand now
Less than at the start
Now I must leave.
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