you were my gold
she took you away
i felt so bold
but now i feel dead
my lifeless clammy hands
grasping your picture
surrounded by bands
my eyes have dried up

like the hottest of days
in a desert no breeze
i can no longer hold on
your picture falls to the floor
i reach for it but it so far away

but not half as you
not as painful as you
not as beautiful as you
not as graceful as you

please return on this cold December night
my heart is to cold i can no longer fight
i need your soft lips to awaken my soul
i want your smooth voice to make me whole
but this is a dream that will never come true
you her grip is to strong and your already pulled through
i will always love you and always remember
my death date on that frigid December
you never arrived though not your fault
i love you...if this makes you happy. then its best that IM gone
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