I must stop that place inside
Where beauty is,
Where hope lives,
Where love abides.

No more hurt from things you hope for
That can never be yours.

No more beautiful words given
When there is none returned.

No more happy days ahead
When you live in a sad place.

No more longing for loves touch
When all you have is no touch.

No more giving with your heart and soul,
When taking is all that is done.

That beautiful place that resides deep in your soul
Can be torn apart when left all alone.

My life is half over, the years are starting to grow
All that I’ve put in, there is nothing to show.

All that is left

A lonely women

Growing cold in her soul.


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