She was holding her breath tonight though the mist on my window pane tells a different story.
We each have our own story's to tell but she just cries "i wish you were close" but my darling i am here "i wish you were close" she cries, my darling where are you going?
Just close your eyes and we can be together, in this world absent from reality our love is perfect, but the morning brings the truth and the truth brings a crushing blow, that constant reminder of a softer touch, too soft now to feel, to distant now to heal.
Don't remember me my love, the sweetness of my words disguised my selfish motives, but there is only one who's truly pure, and he longs for your company, he longs to take you by the hand, he longs too show you wonders far surpassing the genorosity of a human heart.
Run to him and this world will pass away, entwined in his presence you will say "this is reality"
Friday, 7 December 2007
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