Left on coffee tables
I watch the crows spread there wings
Leaving a winter behind
I am the sunshine
If you rinse the Braille I left on your heart
Then friendships aren't made to last
There's a foggy rainbow
Telling you , your stories
Sitting here alone
With your brush strokes
I can't remember what you said
I'm just left with a picture
Don't let it burn in my hands
Contemplating finger prints
Left on glass tables
Afraid of the coming
Afraid of the going
I am the sun shine
Left with this picture
Left in your hands
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