Circles

Around and around we go
Spinning out of control
With what to show?

A beaten soul
A broken heart
A hefty toll

The cut leave not a mark
Hidden from all
We lay awake in the dark

We hesitate, we stall
Feeling alone
No where to run, no one to call

One is cold like a fallen stone
One is warm waiting for love to be shown.

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