Saturday, 27 April 2013


You hold onto her words, precious as pennies
And treasure the beam of her smile
You find meaning in the phrases she speaks
So sublime and unique in their style
She captures your heart and she captures your soul
And she fills you with burning desire
Until you can only shout out your frustration
And fan the flames of the fire

And you know... know...

Any truth that you sought had its consequence
But your mind sought its own relief
For anything resembling reality was
But a cancer in the heart of your belief
When those dumb words were finally spoken
And the meaning turned clear as glass
Any final casting of those ragged bones
Was the final bemoaning of love that’s come to pass

And you know...
Because it cuts your soul
Those jagged cuts
This love


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