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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
I'm falling into an abyss, I'm seconds away from the bottom. This abyss is my made-up future, Painted by thoughts of my past. I say goodbye to the dawn, Cursing my being alone, Closing my eyes - I surrender - No longer this torture will last. But then I take your hand in mine. I smell your scent, I feel you here. Above is only restless time, Beneath the chasm disappears. A gentle, somewhat weakened hand Will hold me tighter than both arms linked With someone else's arms To drop me, to kill me, So that I'd fall again, I'd sink. It's only your power to save me, For, living from meeting till meeting, I'll still have the world to believe in - The world that is seen through your eyes. I'll see you - my heart will be trembling, You'll hear my anxious breathing, Then - silence. You're still unaware That you will for always be mine. |
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