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Jan 2013
A ticket for two, but only one came
Alone in The Big Apple as I arrived by train.
When fate rips your life apart,
sometimes you cant go back to the start,
and thus I entered the concrete jungle of Hell,
as a drop in the ocean, meaningless, unnoticed.
As the lights hit my face in the square of time,
so too my tears hit the floor, and to the world I commit a crime.
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by.
Through the stares, the looks, and the glances,
I saw Rockefeller centre and all it's dances,
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by.
My body took a walk down Central Park, in it's winter bliss
while my mind drifted off into a kiss,
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by
It's true by the way, New York City never sleeps,
I lay awake holding your train ticket I still keep
You left me out in the cold, and with frozen tears I cried,
as I was forced to see our winter dreams come to life,
and die right before my eye.

Two winters past, when our eyes met
I knew from then on our paths were set,
A day, a month, and a year went by, but deep down I somehow always knew,
through all the letters, rejection, and hate,
that this is not 'first love', but the power of two.
But for you 'true love' can so easily die,
it really makes me ponder why?
Ive seen your face in another light,
as you used me to your delight.
You showed me true love,
as the child in me was blinded by the beauty of white doves.
Love is not pure, nor does it cure
It grows and grows until it has what it needs.
Once it's time it knows, and in the next plants it's seed.
We could have ruled the world, you and I
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by.
Written by
Luke
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