Showing to you that it is no more,
watching you crawl back inside.
Hollow your words become,
eyes that shine no more.
It is with grief that I look at you,
trying to grasp every moment.
Inaudible language recides within,
the thoughts becoming to much to less.
A cutting look from you,
as cold and as painfull as no other.
The air cooles down as if we are no more,
the lack of warmth from below.
As I see the emotions fade,
life becomes cruell and harsh.
Doubt lies underneath every word,
unwillingless dwels around in my soul.
Must I truely face the fact,
I cannot even pronounce the words.
My eyes shed as once before,
she simply sat there watching me shed.
She understood it all,
not a single word spoken.
My throath shut tight,
waiting in agony for her words.
And as her first words,
filled with rage.
Enter my mind,
I realise what I have done.
I have broken her heart,
one so precious it was not mine to keep.
And as time moves on,
I hope she comes to the conclusion... she must too... without me.
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'Ode aan Scatterheart' - 'Rotzooien deed je in 2000 op de achterste rij.'
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