Sunday, 4 September 2016

Turning From Here

Take it away, I don't want it
Is this what it was meant to give?                
To bring in the end?
Such despair, such agony
Over things one cannot grip
Or stop their slipping away

Why does it hurt?
And so much
Why everything else falls behind
And promises crumble like ruins of time
Numbing strength of its blow
Painful than an agonizing dream

Let love never visit another heart 
In colours these grey 
Or have to part from it with grief
Take it away, I don't want it 
If this is what love is meant to give

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