Friday, May 4, 2012


There’s no more I can say nor do –
I'm poured out on hard stones for you.
Your eyes could start a thousand fires:
Your voice sings in a million choirs.

It’s hard to trust when nothing’s true –
No use to care what others do.
You made me think I’d got it wrong;
You helped me dream another song.

Now all that’s left is throbbing pain
And skies that always spit cold rain.
Yet honour's in a life alone -
No risks, no tears, no love on loan.

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