The Present of the Past

The Present of the Past

present,  no smile
past, no filler

I broke the mirror
to my rear view
so I can’t see
the smile I’m used to
feel the touch
so care free it’s in me

present,  no smile
past, no filler

so I just bleed
you out with my blade
shed you as I mourn
the loss of love
I didn’t know existed

present, no smile
past, no filler

for a heart bursting
with jelly sweets
and perfect spice
the loss of my life
I’ll mourn till I die

present,  no smile
past, no filler

distinct as a goddess
I wish I could complement
the being of you
instead I hide in your shadow
applaud from afar

even away greatness
I feel your presence

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