by SutdogSt. Clairsville, Ohio, USA
Aug 2011 304 Views 0 comments
Trapped
You And I Alone inside
This Place I Love to Run And Hide
Where We Can Always Be Alone
No Knocking Doors Or Ringing Phones
Only Us With Time To Spare
As I Gently Caress Your Hair
I'll Kiss You Like It's Our Last Days
Before The Memories Start To Fade
Nothing Here Stays Very Long
It turns To Hate And Bitter Song
Which I Am Left to Face Alone
I regain My Strength And Carry On
To Face The World In Which I Dread
Loneliness Trapped In My Head.
This Place I Love to Run And Hide
Where We Can Always Be Alone
No Knocking Doors Or Ringing Phones
Only Us With Time To Spare
As I Gently Caress Your Hair
I'll Kiss You Like It's Our Last Days
Before The Memories Start To Fade
Nothing Here Stays Very Long
It turns To Hate And Bitter Song
Which I Am Left to Face Alone
I regain My Strength And Carry On
To Face The World In Which I Dread
Loneliness Trapped In My Head.
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Posted: Aug 2011
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