Allgemein, Poetry

The End

This is how it used to be,
The way things are meant…
Looking at a broken tree.
Was only searching for love,
Found thee.
For a while I got so much more,
Now I’m hollow
To my deepest core.

Where’s the reason to go on?
What are the lines for
My once perfect song?
All the footsteps are washed away,
Searching for them,
Can’t manage to find my way.

So many years spent alone.
Countless hours on an empty throne.
Lost my crown,
All on my own.
Died with every breath I took,
Take one last final look.
Time to close the pages
Of this empty book.

Where’s the reason to go on?
What are the lines for
My once perfect song?
All the footsteps are washed away,
Searching for them,
Can’t manage to find my way.

Wish…
Turn around.
Stay.

© Virginia Stone

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