Detaching
It's a sad night,
when a warm light,
Runs cold.
In the moonlight,
lovers do fight,
I know.
It's a hard sight.
After midnight,
It slows,
When they fall right,
Back to their lie,
Of hope.
It's a time bomb,
Ticking to explode.
Love can be strong,
But it can be wrong,
I know.
It's a bleak scene,
Watching daydreams,
Vanish.
Such a cold thing,
When you're reaching,
And miss.
It's a dark day,
When you can't say,
You know,
Why you still fight,
For this sad life,
There's no hope,
No hope.
It's a time bomb,
Ticking to explode.
Love can be strong,
But it can be wrong,
I know, I know.
There's a small place,
When they embrace,
That's cold.
It's a heart string,
That's detaching,
So slow,
But it shows.
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