| Victim The heart bears the burden of past unforgettable love it struggles with every beat in defeat like a dove without wings it tries to fly futile for your not there to be its sky Direction of the wind changes rearranges travels to familiar places forgotten faces will not leave though we will weave never will the traces left behind...disappear always there etched into the soul forever Prophesies and Socrates never could have predicted this much pain that I have become addicted to be sure there is no cure like wet is to rain the heart bitten by your love waits and forever remains the victim...of your love Copyright �-2001 Dennis Hicks |
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| " I would rather die having spoken after my manner, than speak in your manner and live�---Socrates |