S.A.D.
as today I am alone again,
on the day that be spelled as V,
a virtue which is not that I aim.
I’ve searched and waited for you,
an angel for me to fall with,
but here I am looking up to the moon,
talking to it with my feelings beneath.
It was always like this,
torn between the shreds of tears,
and gain nothing as my heart sheaves,
for love which we knew it shears.
And as empty as hollow it should be,
where my love is like a child,
waiting to be held and breath,
by the thread that help me fly.
So here I am waiting,
as aware as a single can be,
watching them smiles in between,
holding this heart for which I see;
my angel to be.
Freed
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