Once you've tasted love
It lives to be sublime and beautiful
To live without them?
There are a few alternatives
You may count the hours
Minutes
Seconds
Of their absence
You can play make believe
That their touch still greets you
At your loneliest hour
You can look at others and treat it
As Halloween
For they just wear the mask
Of that certain someone
You can play heart surgeon
Attempting to mend the hole
Where your heart used to lie
While they have it sitting
On their night stand
The alternatives exist
But love is where we belong
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Once you've tasted love
It lives to be sublime and beautiful
To live without them?
There are a few alternatives
You may count the hours
Minutes
Seconds
Of their absence
You can play make believe
That their touch still greets you
At your loneliest hour
You can look at others and treat it
As Halloween
For they just wear the mask
Of that certain someone
You can play heart surgeon
Attempting to mend the hole
Where your heart used to lie
While they have it sitting
On their night stand
The alternatives exist
But love is where we belong
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