All is quiet accept the music in my head, remembered from something that was once so beautiful, now dead. In the end, you were easily broken like glass, you touched my heart, and how was I to know that our time would so quickly pass? My heart, blessed by your hands and your eyes, oh so dramatic, yet wise. When you left, my heart became rigid with each beat, painful when I would see lovers kiss on a hushed city street
These memories are like arrows in my heart; nothing but death could have torn us apart. Now I am old, and I dream of a time when my heart was not filled with such sorrow. When the sunlight falls upon my pallid face, I close my eyes asking God to take me away from this mourning place.
All is barren accept the music in my head, remembered from something that was once so beautiful and sweet. Soon I will feel your breath upon my cheek, as we stand side-by-side, on a far away shore walking Heaven’s golden streets forever more.
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