"Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there"- Otomo No Yakamochi.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy-Jean Anouilh
Who am I to tell her
Who am I to play god
I don't know just what's for real anymore
I lost all of my vanity
When I peered into the pool
I lost all of my innocence
When I fell in love with you
I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here
Where all of my wounds turn into gold when I kissed your hair
I'll lay down this bottle of wineIf you'll just be kind to me
Ask her why she cries so loud
She Will not say a word
Eyes like ice and hands that shake
She takes what she deserves
To celebrate her emptiness
In a Cold and lonely room
Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress
If you cannot find a broom
There is doubt in my heart and than its just me, holding my breath waiting for it to end.
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