Last



Last

The clock ticks loud, louder

A harsh truth, a beautiful lie

A secret so sacred, no word to utter

My prayer says I hope not sigh


For every smile, every tear

What a blur it is, what is real

Held on 'til can no longer

Spoke of riddles but not the truest feel


Truth is what the soul only asks

Carries a price and a broken heart

These words shall be the last

The end that was never a start


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