On the edge

I'm hanging on the edge and not sure of what to do.
Your back is always to me with an arrow pierced through.

What once was a pure heart, that was so much in love with you,
and as I hang on the edge,
I wonder if it's true.

After years together, our love has reached its end.
Not only have I lost my love one,
but also my best friend.



As I stand here, on the edge and looking out across the sky,
that is fading and seems to end.



But in the mist and shades of grey,
I am still here, hanging on the edge.

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