Past the dreams, beyond hope,
the life of a thousand lovers,
the words of every poem,
every face in every painting.
...
There is a pain within my soul,
that accompanies this pleasure in your eyes.
Moved to the edge of pleasure and pain,
i live, because you are alive.
...
I am sorry that we no longer speak,
and you no longer care.
It hurts that we can never kiss,
because you are no longer there.
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My heart was blind to enlightment,
but it will now begin to clear,
alone, alone under earths firmament.
I can not cower from my fear.
...
You fought the wrong war, and even though you won, the price you paid was insumountable.
I was right all the while, but crumbled when confronted.
Your touch, your warmth, left me black affronted.
Sentiment serves no vain,
...
If we can never be together,
then i dont want my forever,
there is too much pain inside me,
my heart is breaking forcefully.
...
There a clouds above my head,
Tears in my eyes,
and my hope begins to fade.
With your death, my heart dies.
...
The thing is,
i love you,
your smile, voice...
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