Your taking up a space within nothing. time uncontrolled, death demands your beautiful heart... your words piercing the soul of a love you do not know. a flower blooms not in the shadow of your hatred, but consumes the beauty around it... to be beautiful in its self... but you will not allow it, a passion that continues to compare your heart to that of a tsunami... your death... takes my soul far from me... what will you do then? release the pause and kiss me as the band begins to play our death a song coiled in the moody waters the mud sticking and becoming soft earth against your body... i know not a man nor woman i speak of... i just speak hoping someone will hear my words.... goodnight, sweet dreams shall come to thee if thou whilst lay your heavy heart upon this pillowed mind pitied, lonesome, grieving for the worlds beauty to die...
Love always....Bernadette
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