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by Nomad Apr 30, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Its not often that I so much cry So much with deep yearning For, its my heart thats burning A gaping void which, to fill, I try Wheres your sweet word, cries That pregnant silence of thys Those useless adamant ways Thatd put a child to shame? I miss those little complaints Nothing-will-do demands A woman whos still a baby Really is one, may be! Come back to me, soon Ill get you the stars, the moon Promise youre mine for keeps Else this heart painfully weeps How cruel can thy soul get? When my being is blood-wet Dont you feel for a moment That this loves in lament? One word, one lovely smile That little laughter, I want to hear So I can walk a thousand mile With memories so fond and dear Hope you will finally feel The urge to reach me some day So my heart can finally heal And forget the unbearable pain