I had to let her go.
That's real love you know.
When all our bells had rung.
And the famous fat lady had sung.
I gave her to the breeze.
New sunrise
And
New start.
Trouble is
The keys.
She still holds to my heart.
Maybe she'll return.
I guess I must be strong.
I watch my Rome just burn.
Accompanied by a song.
I fall down to my knees.
Kiss the moon as I depart.
Trouble is
The keys
She still holds to my heart.
Remarkable and brilliantly composed, the pain and anguish shows through the lines and the last stanza just grips the reader with pain.
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Remarkable and brilliantly composed, the pain and anguish shows through the lines and the last stanza just grips the reader with pain.