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Author: Tenille
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Drama - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-03-05 - Updated: 08-03-05 - id:1977854

My love, My dear

Here in the dark, I call out your name

Shadows call me, giving me blame

And here on my own, I call to the above

Please I beg of you, give me my love

Then with a knife, they carve out my core

Without you, I will bear this no more

For I am only a young, naïve lass

My stone cold heart is made of glass

My palace is empty without your light

My dreams are empty without you at night

My mind is empty without your shimmering thought

With these feelings I always fought

For, without your wings I fall to the depths of despair

Without your hope, I fall until you are there

Without you, my lovely lad

I’d never have become so mad

Without, my lovely dear

I’d never conquered my fear



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