Friday, October 19, 2007
Solitude
On the bustling city street
I stood silent in total discreet
Thousands of people walked by
Hurrying as tears fell from the sky
I looked up to the high heavens
Are you pitying me, is all forgiven?
Can I ever turn back the hands of time
To undo the happenings of my crime
My soul is ever aching and ever longing
To be free of regrets and all misgivings
But alas, when destiny drew us apart
All that’s left are the pieces of a dying heart
Sometimes, when I feel you near
I call out your name for all to hear
I reach out my hands to hold you tight
Only to grasp the loneliness of the night
This pain will never disappear
It’s fine, this way I’ll always remember
Of what could’ve been, of what should’ve been
The story of what love truly means
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