Like a blanket under a warm tree empty and waiting for a home .
Like a deep ocean of sorrow now that your gone .
There’s always the tears waiting at the surface. But they don’t know it . Do you know it . It’s a battle I fight to win every day to get through sun rise and sunset with out you here .
One step at a time I say . I try to lift at the gym to ease the pain or pray or think about you every night . But your there . Your every where and that’s ok because at least your still with me . In some way .
But no one knows . I’m a walking dead man with out you . Hiding behind this fading smile .
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