Marked UnknownA Poem by Dream WeaverIs my love but a shadow in this empty grave poignant and passed over silently depraved. I reach out with affection but try as I might I’m still despondent everyday every night. Time travels slowly like it deliberately stalls when speaking of love it doesn’t run it crawls. What would I do if I truly found it, for all I know I could be all around it. Hearts that bear the scars of trust, or taken for granted now must readjust. Nothing comes easy when you’re lost and alone, just snickers and whispers a grave marked unknown….
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