Existence
By Syn
My heart beats only for the moment you are near...
Crying out songs to you, pouring itself into a void of ever lacking blackness...a
void of doubt.
My heart rises to your pleasure, hunting sincerity of a life long ago lost
and forgotten.
My heart races, millions a minute, trying to engage itself into your realm,
your realm of darkness...of haunted dreams.
And yet, with the aching, the pain of each solitude beat, my heart cries,
because you keep walking...through me, like a ghost, that never noticed
I was there.
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Copyright 2004 Syn
Published on Wednesday, June 30, 2004.
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On Wednesday, June 30, 2004, murder_in_clubland
(388) wrote:
this is beautiful i love it~ss