She shone bright, a lifetime ago
In joy filled summer days and warm and wanton nights
When he was still the man he could have been
And dreamed of more than he would ever have
Now fingers pointed voices raised and hearts long lost
to others, cruel words cut deep
To the bone
white flashes in crimson flesh
This scenario too often is true isn’t it?
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sadly so it seems yes
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