I seem to catch myself at the worst times
Thinking of you.
My heart races
Hands go clammy but then I see
It was nothing but a dream
I wake up in the evening
In wish to see your face
But empty space stands before me
This cloud of passion I feel
Is unbearably cold
And I am left to ask
Where did my passion go?
Long gone I feel o’ so alone
Yet her smile bring warmth to my soul
I have yet to believe, that is not fake.
O’ to the weary soul who feels the demise
Of the cold winter eyes
I understand your pain
I listen to your cries
Is it so much to ask,
You hear my out cries?
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