Lord my faith is tired
My Love, he does no longer hear
Please Lord can you inspire
For him to lend his listening ear
For our love seems not exhausted
But different trails crossed our paths
And this house kept me hostage
How long, I don't know, can I still last?
I've prayed on bended knee each night that love would come again
I begged to all the heavens that I could stop this make belief
For I know all of him , yet he knows none of me, just pretend
When I smile and return the smile
But we both know
my heart already left.
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
