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Bring back my past

Posted to Poetry

she closed my door
and whispered goodnight
the moonless curtains
closed as ever.

I hate the idea of
strangers looking in
naked, and confronted
with every form of sin

amidst blown out candles,
and flowers torn apart
lies the sad little creature
that once was my heart.

You must get through...
come back and see me now...

The key is rusted,
broken in its lock
pale windows covered
with shallow dirt.

My vices hide,
( a shell on the bottom)
alone in the dark
I wished we were two,
becoming one...

...once in my life,
this flash of time,
booming past the clockwork
I hope to walk back.