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I just don't need to write anymore
The stains of time concealed my truth
For none the world to see
But pen and pad, in doubts respite
I wrote you poetry
I stitched each aching word to rest
In trust that you'd be mine
I begged for rhyme and reasons faith
But intellect declined
In harmony I sought repose
In rhythm I found sleep
But far within my indignant chest
A cancer rested deep
Benign, my eyes dismissed the past
As ink divulged the truth
I loved you once upon a time
My words preserve the proof
I penned the stagnant rivers red
And set sanity aflame
Content with spite, I wrote of you
I wrote with such disdain
Hollowed by your every glance
I bent to your desire
But now it seems the tides have turned
My pen has since retired
The time has come to leave you dear
But not in "Leaves of Grass"
You burnt the the love I left with you
I rise from "Leaves of Ash"
The stains of time concealed my truth
For none the world to see
But pen and pad, in doubts respite
I wrote you poetry
I stitched each aching word to rest
In trust that you'd be mine
I begged for rhyme and reasons faith
But intellect declined
In harmony I sought repose
In rhythm I found sleep
But far within my indignant chest
A cancer rested deep
Benign, my eyes dismissed the past
As ink divulged the truth
I loved you once upon a time
My words preserve the proof
I penned the stagnant rivers red
And set sanity aflame
Content with spite, I wrote of you
I wrote with such disdain
Hollowed by your every glance
I bent to your desire
But now it seems the tides have turned
My pen has since retired
The time has come to leave you dear
But not in "Leaves of Grass"
You burnt the the love I left with you
I rise from "Leaves of Ash"