Why must my heart be ripped from my chest? Leaving a soul dark and cold. Forever longing for just a touch from your hand or a kiss from your lips. As without you I am left to grow old.
What wisdom is found in taking my reason for being away? Who was the master of this well planned scene? The writter of this script? What heart could be this cruel, be this mean?
I ponder and wonder. Yet no answers are revealed to me. No we're sorry, no apologies. Cruel as this fate given so free. Leaving only more questions than answers to see.
Why I scream? why I cry? What have I done to deserve such a fate.What can I do till I see you again? The days are long,and as for death it's hard to wait.
Oh the thoughts that go through my head. The things that stay on my mind. A pull of a trigger I'd be dead. But somehow I don't think peace is what I'd find.
So I wait in a place. I find no where to rest my head. Lord knows I cry to see you all the time. A smile on your face. I love you, I'm here, the words you said.No truer love would one find.
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