A soul empty and grey
in which a face stares bold
each and every day
your voice is bland and cold
Eyes in which stall you
with every muscel youv'e got
and his deep voice which calls you
In which youv'e herd alot
You look into space
in which you cannot see
and with a certain trace
there's no one there to be
you feel your not alone
and try to stay brave
then you here the phone
and your nerves start to cave
fright is there with you
almost every day
you look at that photo
and then look away
your face is shook with take
to know that she is not there
and with every step you make
your lover could not care
as she is not with you
but in a place above
and with every wet tissue
you feel a dark hearted love
you know there gone forever
and to see them one more time
is almost certain never
but still your love is devine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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