Pour the words out slowly,
like wine into a glass;
speak your tortured soul;
and this in time will pass.
And let the tears fall freely,
do not hold them back;
and I will give you comfort,
from what your heart does lack.
Say goodbye to precious love
that comes but once for all;
retain the varied memories,
when first you heard its call.
Bow your head for just a while,
and let the sadness seep;
but remember what you had,
and what your mind will keep.
Pour the words out slowly,
in a cherished elegy;
to the one you dearly loved,
then simply, set him free.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
Pour the words out slowly,
like wine into a glass;
speak your tortured soul;
and this in time will pass.
And let the tears fall freely,
do not hold them back;
and I will give you comfort,
from what your heart does lack.
Say goodbye to precious love
that comes but once for all;
retain the varied memories,
when first you heard its call.
Bow your head for just a while,
and let the sadness seep;
but remember what you had,
and what your mind will keep.
Pour the words out slowly,
in a cherished elegy;
to the one you dearly loved,
then simply, set him free.
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