| The Lovers This is my final realisation Echoed with the sound of a thousand hearts breaking An acoustic calm of dancing hope Fall in darkness, cold and cruel A simple vision haunting me With torturous pain, stabbing every smile Stolen by an angel in grace Closing the door on my dreams Bleeding love from my veins Waiting with deceitful patience Cold silence gripping my mind A heart to live in sorrow Of promises never true Destruction finds its prey The moon now guards my path To chase his soul away And hide what can not be Morgan - 21/06/04 |
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