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Do You Still Love Me

Lost in a pit of pain, tied with a rope,
the thought of you was my last hope;
deep within me I was left with no choice
but the echo of your reverberating voice.

My voyage without you is with no navigation,
the night stole my sense of... right direction,
thoughts of losing you is more than a nightmare,
come mend this love, show me that you care.

"Do you still love me the way I do?"
Oh I wish my dreams are through and true.
Beneath the clouds I have no doubt
that the dead seed of love will once again sprout...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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