adieu,
still fills my ears,
the promenade, some song,
my first kiss and I thought my last,
so long
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adieu,
still fills my ears,
the promenade, some song,
my first kiss and I thought my last,
so long
so long
have i hungered
for your presence, your touch,
for the melting of my spirit
in you.
in you
I see my dreams
forgotten, and new one's
appear in their place. I must be
falling
falling
drifting in space
floating through mysteries
beyond my imagination
catch me
catch me
and I am yours
but know my heart is empty,
cold and wicked. The beauty lies
skin deep
skin deep
bright-coloured ink
skulls and banners and words
a belief system on display
see me
see me
but don't see me;
see the image that I
offer to the world. Inside I'm
a fake
a fake
can only hide
behind false intentions
when we allow our eyes to be
blinded.
blinded
by the word no
it stung so badly that
tears washed away colors and form
of you
of you
I still think dear
even as disease tears
my body down, I reconstruct such
mem'ry...
mem'ry
lacked a syllable
so I added one to
the line above, but who is count
-ing now?
-ing now
he moaned, I turned
my head and nodded not
answering. I didn't hear the
question!
question
even questions,
what we ask says much more
of what we know or think we know,
do you?
do you
ever wonder
who someone really is
and then quickly put it away
for keeps
"For keeps,"
earnestly said,
palm outstretched, heart in hand.
"I give you this, trusting in your
love's truth."