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By The Love Dog Submitted by Harmonica Date: 2003 Dec 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.15.12.31.7765]] |
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The End Skeptical your eyes as time marched us toward our river We drowned in dishonesty with no reprieve Passions and flowers of sunny days a memory Reality biting on the cusp of fallen tomorrows Our thoughts young and scattered Bodies and minds knew a different score You of many men and long days clouded your Secret desires as they trampled over dreams Me fainthearted at the hint of losing Silence my only weapon keeping love at bay It was a torturous road Potholes of lies and deceit everywhere Anxiety devoured self haunted and broken Fire raged white-hot heat from the inside out Suffer from sins to come pleasures that were Stepping on stones of sorrow trampled by yesterdays |