Further torture in the soul of peace
At least that is what I tell everyone.
Silence brings me to my knees
Yet I’ll never admit that to you.
Come walk in the rain with me
Tell me about your travels;
A time when you were able to meander
With nothing weighing you down.
Perhaps you prefer silence
Let me make up my own stories;
Just about the time
I thought what we had
Was undeniable.
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