Where is the passion gone
does it only live in my mind?
my body breaks my dreams into pieces
the diversity of this world
presses me in other dimensions
I am only a small page in this lives story
why bother?
my feelings are like shadows
leaving you behind in the cold earth
and I feel desolate
as I look at your grave
I can not keep tears from my eyes
o God it is sometimes so unfair
to keep the dead alive.
Auteur: moonwoman | ||
Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2005 | ||
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