We’ve drifted apart now, but you were colder than ice,
and you ripping my heart out had left a hole in my side.
With no means of finding my way back I was lost
a ghostly reminder of two paths that had crossed.
And I’m stranded upon a bed of uncertainty now
too abashed to go on, no means of turning it round.
Last edited by Camarac; 08-29-2014 at 10:25 AM.
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