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An Ode To My Love


Ask a king,a diamond's worth,
And he will say it's a stone
Ask the same to a beggar,
And he will fight for it to the bone

The feeling of having it all, only to lose,
The ruins ,on which my throne sits
How can I let know you all,
That i have taken my hits

No matter what,how much I want,
I am losing against the tide of time,
Helpless and alone in my endeavours,
How do I atone for all my crimes...

I have no way,to know if things can be mend,
How do I know,I deserve everything again
All I know,is that there is so much sorrow,
So much loss,so much going on in the brain

With every cell in there,I wish for you,
every breath in me,in your name
If only I could make you believe
That things won't be the same...

That the love never went away,
After all this time I know for sure now,
That the sorrow has shaped me
That it has molded me somehow

I know I am not alone in this fire
I can now sense your hurt too,
All I want is to take it all away,

...and just love you...

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