Here I sit in this now empty room
My heart stuck on the shelf longing to be held
My mind across the oceans vastness trapped with her
And in the visions of darkness I see my spirit blur
I have called, Emailed, and sent letters by mail
But it seems as though my mind will yet remain stale
Her beauty is stuck in my mind
The tenderness of her touch, the beauty of her eyes
The way her hair falls upon her face and the way she smiles
I’ve lost her though and I await a reply
But it seems as though this like others will only die
Die and FADE into a memory that belongs to yesteryear.
Oh my darling come back to me
Come back to me for I long for you
My breath is short without you
Can you hear my cries in the middle of the night
Do you think of me when you close your eyes
When your prayers are said does my names still remain?
My darling reply
Don’t leave me hang like this
For the hangman’s noose sees more comfort than this.
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