To lose you
is to have you
Each passing hour
Waiting to gain an our
To look at you
is to see the world
Petals unfolding
Living without knowing
To talk
is to know how to walk
Through your dark twisted games
Flickering warmth of the flames
To let you go
is to die alone
No hand to reach the sky
Decorating the pain with lie
I never wonder why
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
To lose you
is to have you
Each passing hour
Waiting to gain an our
To look at you
is to see the world
Petals unfolding
Living without knowing
To talk
is to know how to walk
Through your dark twisted games
Flickering warmth of the flames
To let you go
is to die alone
No hand to reach the sky
Decorating the pain with lie
I never wonder why
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