There she was, swaying past life with little to care and lots to see,
and here I was, searching for a story and something more than my bed to feel,
It happens by fate they say, when you meet the other through the chance of a rolling dice,
so I went through and hoped for more than just some lies to share.
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Numb And Cold
There she was, swaying past life with little to care and lots to see,
and here I was, searching for a story and something more than my bed to feel,
It happens by fate they say, when you meet the other through the chance of a rolling dice,
so I went through and hoped for more than just some lies to share.
She was distant at first, life taught her so, but as nights danced away and days rolled past,
She fell down deep under the promises of her dreams, love made her so.
She held onto my hands at once and she promised to never let go.
A smile at my glance and I effortlessly slid into her heart.
There is love in her eyes, more than all the lies I hide within mine.
The love she gave, filled more than the hole I found in my heart.
But I was numb and cold. My mind began to nag and my heart began to cry.
Why is it that the mind never sits quiet and gives love a try?
He said - There was more to see and more to feel,
More for my selfish soul to feed.
Why did I leave? Why didn't I stay?
You can't fill a heart made of greed.
Beauty was my love, but my love was lust.
I didn't see the truth behind her love or the purity of her mind.
I left. I didn't feel the regret that will bite when there will be nothing to find.
The ocean of her sorrow and the depth of her love.
There she was, broken and scared, life gave her the ugliness to see
and here I am, looking for a story and something more than my bed to feel.