Who do the lonely love?Where do they hide their hearts?
When to they reach the wall?
When do they fall apart?
Will love be drawn?
What's in all this pain?
Does it live alone?
Is it an elusive gain?
A day for nothing?
Another hour passed?
How much time is left?
More than the lost can last.
When to they reach the wall?
When do they fall apart?
Will love be drawn?
What's in all this pain?
Does it live alone?
Is it an elusive gain?
A day for nothing?
Another hour passed?
How much time is left?
More than the lost can last.
1 comment:
my bowl of soup:
you've captured both a questioning sense of unease throughout and it's almost depressing but it's too well written to be upsetting.
my heart wants to hurt when i read this, yet the questions are too familiar to sting anymore.
phenomenal, splendid.
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