I see their eyes,
everytime they look through me,
everytime they beg me.
But they can never love me,
it's the curse of this horrid thing I've been given,
to forever dine in lust.
Never to know love,
letting the heart rust.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Children Among Giants
How cruel a blow,
To give your heart only to take it away,
from the beggars, the weepers,
The ones that loved you so.
They'll sit there, just staring,
not knowing whether to stay or go.
Just children among giants,
hoping one will look and admire,
The sure and true beauty,
of the dead flowers and whithering souls.
To give your heart only to take it away,
from the beggars, the weepers,
The ones that loved you so.
They'll sit there, just staring,
not knowing whether to stay or go.
Just children among giants,
hoping one will look and admire,
The sure and true beauty,
of the dead flowers and whithering souls.
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