Forlorn

The husk has torn
Her face seems so forlorn
Feeling futile and cold
Past has postponed
Lost leaves leave me unadorned
Confused and crazy I now commence

The maiden missed
I'm self shamed of his pardon
No praying my day has procured
The clue comes clear
Next to my exception
The saints see he's trying for the words

It's growing old
The staleness I can't hold
Unripeness green unseen now I come clean
Technique seems so easy
For I am one to form
But the saying's harder
She has felt once before
Once before
Forlorn

Her hollow stare
My eyes having to bear
Though now it's over
She ain't done

My skin burns black
From this synthetic sun
Fallen by fires
Nowhere to run

It's growing old
The staleness I can't hold
Unripeness green unseen now I come clean
Technique seems so easy
For I am one to form
But the saying's harder
She has felt once before
Once before
Forlorn



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Kozak
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