an insomniac's pleasure,
a dying man's wish
to hear the voice of her,
the one thing they both miss;
whether love left quiet,
or love once lost
they'd do anything to hear it,
no matter the cost
while her voice would bring the dying man peace,
i doubt it would bring the insomniac sleep
she is but one of the dying man's wishes,
while she is what the insomniac misses;
so while the dying man dies,
and while the insomniac lies awake
one heart stops;
and another heart breaks.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
an insomniac's pleasure,
a dying man's wish
to hear the voice of her,
the one thing they both miss;
whether love left quiet,
or love once lost
they'd do anything to hear it,
no matter the cost
while her voice would bring the dying man peace,
i doubt it would bring the insomniac sleep
she is but one of the dying man's wishes,
while she is what the insomniac misses;
so while the dying man dies,
and while the insomniac lies awake
one heart stops;
and another heart breaks.
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