Years
Time plays no part
It can’t replace a permanent hole
In a grieving heart
This is no regular wound I feel
To grow together and to heal
I lost what I never owned
I mourn what never left me
Years
No number can represent
Love is an eternal circle
There is no beginning, there is no end
You have always been mine
And you never were
Years
The wind still blows
And no one knows
The sky still cries
The moon, a sigh
You have always been here
And you have always been gone
--Gwen
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