I think you could have been an extraordinary friend.
A smile to keep, a helping hand.
But in the end you chose to step away,
Leaving me heartless, leaving me prey.
Your words have touched and maybe drowned a few,
How could I know? I wish I knew
The darkness and the whole despair within,
The tragic words, the sweetness of the sin.
You dig me holes, in which I voluntarily fall.
You never knew me. You never knew it all.
Life’s but a bittersweet assortment of the things
I knew and loved and all that’s left are kings.

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