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By Joseph Allen Hardy Submitted by Max-Rom Date: 2001 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.01.01.55.25610]] |
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With your love comes just a little more death. Each time you say those words 'I love you.' Is a fresh dagger slicing through my star-eyed heart. This sadness trickling into the cup of my feelings Blankets the others And the numbness returns. I can't hold your voice. Neither can I stroll with your words. I need to experience you. The easy part was falling into this The hard task is how to pick myself up How can you say that with each passing day our closeness grows without delay? When your eyes are not focusing on mine, My skies turn gray. I just want a sound-proof world where noone can hear the silence echoing Inside the cavity of my heart. (c)2001, Joseph Allen Hardy |