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I MUST BE DEAF
I hear your voice, it keeps calling, echoing in the silence of the night
But somewhere, somehow I seem to have forgotten your name
Tranquillity?
Your voice keeps calling through the rain
I turn trying to find you through the mist but I can’t see...
Peace?
Your voice is echoing once again
I turn but I only see the stream,
...wait-as the sun sets
I’m remembering your name
Love!
I WOULD STOP THE TIDE IF I COULD
I can’t stop feeling just because you chose to
I can’t stop loving just because you do
Love can’t stop being just because you want it to!
IS IT ALWAYS BETTER TO KNOW THE TRUTH?
Honesty can be the wound from which we will never recover.
DEATH IS A TIME ZONE.
I hear the echoes of your footsteps
I feel the vibrations of your passing.
WHEN SOMETHING IS MISSING
The problem was never that you didn't love me enough
It was always
I loved you too much
Love is an action not a word
You never really understood the concept.
IS IT ALWAYS BETTER TO KNOW THE TRUTH?
Honesty can be the wound from which we will never recover.
WHEN THE NIGHT COMES
And at the end
When winter draws to it's inevitable end
All that is left
All that we remember
All that matters
Is the love we shared.
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SOMETIMES I COULD KILL YOU
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I wish I had an off switch attached to my heart
So I could stop loving you in an instant and put an end to this feeling
This excruciating feeling of pain!
Effigy’s
THE THIEF IN MY LIFE
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That moment of realisation
We are too old to start again
We will never again feel the rapturous embrace of
Treasured arms around us
You stole the years of youth!
YOU WERE NEVER MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR
I am angry with you because you threw away my dreams not caring
Can you understand that I don’t understand
You who never learnt how to dream!
THE SHAME OF BURNING SO BRIGHT
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You have lived a life of fame and power
I can only dream of
I do not want to share it
It has made you selfish
It has made you cold
Uncaring
You have forgotten who you are
Because you no longer live
Inside you
THE STORM STILL RAGES
I know you didn’t mean to
BUT YOU shattered my heart
TWICE
That’s more than enough in one lifetime.ee.
ILLUSSIONS ARE EVERYWHERE CLOUDING OUR VISION
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Costumes and sets are the fabrication of my mind
Just like your lying words are a fabrication of yours
THE HISTORY OF SADNESS
Here is the story of the history of sadness
Have you ever felt/experienced real sadness
The sort that makes your bones ache
And cry out for a reprieve
From the assault on your heart-on your very soul
Have you ever really felt sadness?
That mind numbing feeling that brings an ache to your bones that makes you immobile=moving would bring such pain
But sometimes we need the pain to remind us how to feel
Feeling is important-isn’t it
If we can no longer feel anything-we might just be dead.
