Continuem

When love has died and past
We let go

When the brass ring goes by
We grab it

When someone starts to cry
We walk away

The love is dead, we remember
This ring has left, we cling to it
The tears have stopped, we are friends




Need

My hands begin to quake
My lips begin to quiver
A chill, a thought
And then an all out shiver

I look into your eyes
Blind, I cannot see
I do not trust my sight
For I know it cannot be

I peer into my soul
And yet I cannot find
There is no clear answer
Except the blackness of my mind

My body shakes in wanting
My mind reels with pain
Because I know it's possible
I'll not feel this again













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