If We Parted
I was afraid if we parted
On both sides of yes and no,
Dreams, will rob from me.
Something there,
Happened to me,
Sad stream from somnolence shook me,
So I got up, flick every interpretation,
Comes to me, shimmering in - No
Over my pillow
Listen to the pulse bombing,
How it's destroying me,
There is a difference,
Between what was touching you
And what was touching me
These long evenings
Got off and poured a bitter taste
From this the – Yes
It's enough for you the tears; sharing my shrine.
It's enough for me the regret; sharing your shrine
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