Gaping Spaces
the heart goes cold
once it has beaten to the rythm
of the falling raindrops you love so much
whatever walks in it now
will walk alone
downcast eyes sinking in deepest night
the heart goes cold
once it has beaten to the rythm
of the falling raindrops you love so much
whatever walks in it now
will walk alone
downcast eyes sinking in deepest night
failing to focus on anything
what remains in front of them
the desire for constancy
is beyond all comprehension
silently the senses abandon all defences
the light fades away
leaving a trace of lonliness behind
the sound of a door snapped in
your absence forms gaping spaces
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