The Lost
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I saw you on a crowded street,
And you seemed to stand alone.
You're smile hid the scars to deep to ever seem to show.
Your laughter made the world stand still,
And hearts begin to slow.
She says it eased her pain,
As the blade dripped of blood,
She said she no longer felt cold,
As scars were left.
She claimed she no longer cried,
Herself asleep,
In the sweetness of the hot setting sun, her words have come undone.
She has felt the stinging kiss of you on her lips and the
scornful fire that has devorered her soul
