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In the moon she saw love
In her heart, an emptiness
In her lungs, she felt a flood
On her hands, tears.
Sorrow was her bedmate
Longing, her mistress.
In every reflection, it was not her
But him that she stared upon
Wishing for his return, his touch
His tender whispers like the air she breathed
His voice a cure to her bleeding soul
His hands, bandages on her wrists.
Was she still alive, or had he returned?
Oh, but so late, he came to her.
There was no more blood to stop
No more tears to dry
No beats from her silent heart
Or words from her lips
No life in her eyes.
Do not stray from the one you love
Or the one that loves you
When you love each other, it is enough.
In her heart, an emptiness
In her lungs, she felt a flood
On her hands, tears.
Sorrow was her bedmate
Longing, her mistress.
In every reflection, it was not her
But him that she stared upon
Wishing for his return, his touch
His tender whispers like the air she breathed
His voice a cure to her bleeding soul
His hands, bandages on her wrists.
Was she still alive, or had he returned?
Oh, but so late, he came to her.
There was no more blood to stop
No more tears to dry
No beats from her silent heart
Or words from her lips
No life in her eyes.
Do not stray from the one you love
Or the one that loves you
When you love each other, it is enough.
