You are the beautiful mistake that haunts me.
Fatal to my heart,
You’re the light that hath come into my soul of Death Valley.
Outside and inside you have found both are dreary for me.
You have now realized what I spoke of.
Nay, did you believe until you heard the untold souls crying.
What horror in my mind spoke in curses,
You heard in time.
As I rocked back and forth you watched.
And in every instant you died.
Unkind stares as your tears did flow,
Heeded your way in crime.
Three hundred and sixty-five days a pass,
But yet nothing has changed.
I still encumber you as you do I.
You are the beautiful mistake that haunts me.
Outside and inside you have found both are dreary for me.
What horror in my mind spoke in curses,
As I rocked back and forth you watched.
Unkind stares as your tears did flow,
Three hundred and sixty-five days a pass,
I still encumber you as you do I.
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