when you're gone away but i called you today
just to hear you say you were not around
i wanna tell you the weather is fine
when the night comes around you're on my mind.
all of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth i'll take for any that can be
i'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
my strength, it will take all of time to
recount,
how your strength do i see as my strength's font
and in this death, unlike you, i've lost all
of me
lonely is just one word chosen to
represent so much
to tell of feelings inside that the senses
cannot touch
it can be in the teardrops on a bereaved
person's cheek
the silence of sorrows too deep to speak
it haunts a deserted room that laughter
once made proud
surrounds you when you're alone or
finds you in a crowd
penetrates the solitude of nights that
will not end
it will not listen to the pleadings of a
broken heart
it stays and torments until new love
shatters it apart
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