Spoken

promises fade and I’d
really like to know
does love come back
when rivers drink the snow
I’m too young to be here
feeling the end hovering
just beyond the bridge
that I left burning

I sit and watch my clock
as slowly it etches away
the time that I have left
to somehow find my place
I waste hours wondering
if I’m just too broken
or if all my love is used up
and my words already spoken

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