The Last Gift

To love you is wrong I know
feelings as cold as snow
can still feel the warmth
beside me nothing left to glow

I feel the numbness seeping in
empty aching heart grows cold
you dont even see me now
might as well be buried deep within

I wish I could stop being sober
cant bare to know that its over
memories riddle the mind
asking why with no answer

you will know what emptiness is
you will feel what loneliness gives
you will look for comforting warmth
you will long for lingering embrace

wishing ashes could give
I will burn until nothing's left
you will notice the warmth then
never knowing that it is the last gift


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