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| Taste of a Salted Tear As the night echoes the past upon me I scream onto the paper, the words in hope that will allow me to cope Wisp away this hour of desolation and thoughts of another space in time Prayers will have to suffice on this given night the comtemplations of one to date unanswered gathered gloom there is, in magnitude to fight Ambivalent emotions; was I wrong; or am I right? Temptations run deep, as the ocean, as the loneliness of another, will try to take her place Not allowed, the still waters of the heart too run deep, they serve to seep with haste, the taste of a salted tear And the night will still rage, for their will be no one to turn the page, it will stay on solitary confinement I fear, river of tears remain to be taste, slowly they trickle, down the face Soon it will be time, to mourn the morn Put on my happy face, make it look sincere Seems a waste, hearts tattered and torn Inconspicuously I�ll taste, another�salted tear Copyright � 2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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