There Is No Love, But Jealousy Is Crying
There is no love, but jealousy is crying
In coldest heart as tempest as the storm
I need no answer in the daily lying
The sympathy will pass and graving worm
is biting past, that use to be forgotten
There’s no disturbance and the soul is still
The time is running apathy’s begotten
to take illusions with as I can feel.
The lust will leave it’s silent it’s like beggar
And Lyre will fall on ground it’s tired so
There is no love it’s cruel I’ve washed its make-up
And I am jealous for your sake in row.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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