When both sides are guilty
And blindness shades their wrongs
Both see nothing but the other's cruelty.
Tears appear and run from the eyes,
As you listen to the
Goodbyes.
Stubborn hearts are made from
A boiling of love and rage.
Anger sours the sweetness
As it forces itself into her red cage...
What does it feel like when your
heart is heavy,
And your body is weak.
When it is the person who has gone
who is the company you seek.
A mother may cuddle,
Friends share the tears
But all you want is your lovers
words, hands, arms and face
to share a snuggle
and a tight warm embrace.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
When both sides are guilty
And blindness shades their wrongs
Both see nothing but the other's cruelty.
Tears appear and run from the eyes,
As you listen to the
Goodbyes.
Stubborn hearts are made from
A boiling of love and rage.
Anger sours the sweetness
As it forces itself into her red cage...
What does it feel like when your
heart is heavy,
And your body is weak.
When it is the person who has gone
who is the company you seek.
A mother may cuddle,
Friends share the tears
But all you want is your lovers
words, hands, arms and face
to share a snuggle
and a tight warm embrace.
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