| my memories fade like the echoes of your touch |
| and always always |
| you give me your confusion-tinted words after twelve days (but before) while I had nothing to give never to give to give is all I need is all I want but you only gave to me and I twisted inside and hurt myself to never hurt you I hurt you and your tears were sweeter than licorice but I had none to give I only wanted to give but smiles and sobs and footsteps and endless miles |
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it was life brought close and short and now so far and lost |
| if you want to know you were wonderful and I was always feeling dark and cold and manipulative and selfish because I thought I knew but I never never and I had to touch and to taste the life that was never mine and that will be often beyond my reach beyond my fingertips beyond my words alone my words alone made you cry alone but never letting go with your tears and I was cold and silent and I felt power and I turned it against my will against my heart my stone I was cold but with words I brought your tears and with words I washed and cold |
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next time next time
be different next time we can never forget perhaps remember how to close our eyes in the close darkness and dream apart apart in the silence waiting for eternal morning tomorrow, always tomorrow |