Unfinished Times
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Hazel Durham
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The sun collides with my thoughts causing an explosion of scattered pieces,
Of unfinished stories, unfinished love and unfinished times,
I have lived half a life like the half light casting a creeping darkness in my prime,
Now the elusive sunshine buries my sorrows
And borrows
My soul to strip it of all my tomorrows,
As I weep
For forgotten moments and hurt that goes deep,
Hell is a place i know so well,
'Who am I, only part of that hell'?
With my broken past that gels
With shadows that climb and fall,
The sunlight makes my shadow seem tall
As my thoughts hit a brick wall
And falls, falls,
Falling like the cool rain
With all the hurt and pain
When the rain stops I will laugh again!
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