Post by bamako91305 on Dec 10, 2005 19:10:09 GMT -5
They say that
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But is is a cruel lie
A supposed-to-be comfort for those
Separated
Cruelly ripped from the arms
Of the ones
They love most
Isolated
Shut off
Sheltered
Held prisoner
Trapped and suffocating
Tumbling
In the dark, with no arms of warmth and light
To help them up
When they fall
Stumbling alone
Sleeping against the cold, the hatred
No salvation in sight
Nothing
Just black nothingness
And hardening of hearts
Absence makes the heart grow hard
Absence makes the heart long, and suffer
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder
Because the adjoined heart
Never finds its way back
And so the lonely heart dies miserably
Broken and shapeless with hurt
Forgotten.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But is is a cruel lie
A supposed-to-be comfort for those
Separated
Cruelly ripped from the arms
Of the ones
They love most
Isolated
Shut off
Sheltered
Held prisoner
Trapped and suffocating
Tumbling
In the dark, with no arms of warmth and light
To help them up
When they fall
Stumbling alone
Sleeping against the cold, the hatred
No salvation in sight
Nothing
Just black nothingness
And hardening of hearts
Absence makes the heart grow hard
Absence makes the heart long, and suffer
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder
Because the adjoined heart
Never finds its way back
And so the lonely heart dies miserably
Broken and shapeless with hurt
Forgotten.
