tears have dried
i'm through my wine
and notes all scattered through my room
my books are piled
your number dialed
it all still ends in grievous doom
i had things left to say
so ofcourse you went away
i'm on my own with sorrow
but wont call you back tomorrow
if i make it this time
i will never ever touch again
if i'll make it through now
i will be so much better somehow
and these feet will walk on
though my heart will still belong
~sev.
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