Saturday, February 23, 2013

Another Time

I swore to father that I would not shed another tear
Over the departed...
But that was another time...
A distant bell that rings in my village 
I never thought could feel so alone without... 

Different meanings of what she holds
Possess in my love 
I am still witness too.

Regardless of anything. 

I'd like to believe she still knows my love for her  
Beats in an extraordinary way
I like to believe a lot of things...
As far as I was concerned my time was over 

As bad news has a way of setting in.


I close my eyes, back to the TV
And cry... 
I pay little attention to, what I have
The well runs dry...

The well runs...

When the needle breaks 

My blood through, coarse veins. 

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