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Click hereShe’s ashes and dust.
She’s empty and hollow.
She’s half who she was
before she believed.
She’s ashes and dust.
She’s paper dry wings.
She’s echoes and tracings
of bruises and stings.
She’s ashes and dust.
She’s ice fall in winter.
She’s summer remembered,
not honey, but bees.
She’s ashes and dust.
She cannot surrender.
She moves forward ever,
but crawls on her knees.
She’s ashes and dust.
She’d have you forget her.
She’s playing her hand,
but the stakes she can’t see.
She’s ashes and dust.
She’s reckless in anger.
She’s ripping herself
in the hopes you might bleed
She’s ashes and dust.
She needs you to love her.
She asks like a beggar
but never believes.
This is very powerful, and it tells a story of her that we believe, and that we feel.
Love affair reduced to Ashes ~ memories remain alive to haunt the future days.
I left a comment already, but i had to come back to this one part...
She’s ashes and dust.
She needs you to love her.
She asks like a beggar
but never believes.
that is just so ...perfect