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.epilogueI recall whispering goodnight more than once..epilogue by Sword-Ink
Not one sunrise can match the amount of mistakes I've made -
And of all the petty ones, at least one was certainly grave -
Now I understand what you meant when you said:
"Let go - there's nothing here left for you to save"
I’ve nothing now but the guilt, dragging me under its violent waves –
Like tsunamis; submerging the scrawny man and his tiny heart;
Trying to dissuade and evade our problems -
But all of this was never worth the price we paid -
Even now, I believe I owe you a handful of change;
There’s no danger here, I pinkie promise.
Just look at the heart on my pinkie -
It's no coincidence I'm thinking and inking of you constantly -
It has proven costly to scar the black into this abyss -
I don’t see why I’m so miserable if ignorance is bliss.
I guess I never thought it would end like this -
No one ever thinks these things could end at all -
I don’t have the courag
| I'm an independent illustrator and author. Currently, I'm working on my second novel - 'Slate'. My work has also been featured on 'The Biggest Problem In The Universe' Podcast. |
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