Sunday, October 29, 2006
The Island’s Shores
Turing around
In a world all of your own
A purgatory of sleepless sweat
Insomnia at it’s worst
You have the want, the will
To sleep, to rest
But your mind can not be but to rest
The girl who died, the love gone bye
Suddenly, you are unrest
All you can think of
Her face, her hands, the places
Where you met, where you loved
Those you’ll always remember
And you should probably forget
Thing of her lips, her eyes, her hands
Wanting to forget, wanting to hold on
Knowing you need sleep
But your mind's begging to go on
Thoughts of love,
Feelings of grief
Memories of joy
Eyes of sadness
A lovely voice
Becoming your madness
……………………
The love that has gone;
The lives that have gone
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