Is this the forest where we lost our way
in childhood that would never end
like the vows of love we took
where is the refuge for a
broken heart; they say
time heals all but still
I wait each day
with the false
hope that
she will
come
back
the sound
of silence is deaf
where tears of joy
once flowed now is only salt
the terms of the love I borrowed
from heaven are a life sentence of
misery; everything in life has its price
as happy as I was is how sorrowful I am
now; thinking life has passed me by and even
love should die; like a ghost ship passing in the night
ten years is a long time to one day wake up to find it’s gone
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