Senin, 30 September 2002

A Jaded Portrait

I walk these cold streets

These streets I've walked with you

What's left is a memory

Of dirty alleys and a dismal view

Somehow it looks so different

From the road I've walked before

It's just how I remember

Except you're not with me anymore



I struggle to see the stars

Through the billowing clouds of haze

You gave the stars their fire

The same way you set my heart ablaze

It seems like only minutes

Since your candle's been blown out

Leaving me in wanting

And now I must live on without



Without you I still see you

Locking me in your embrace

Always the romantic one

With a tragically handsome face

Now I'm left in wonder

Marveling at love and life and death

How life ends so quickly

But love continues without a breath



What is left; I bring along

A memory of love without a frame

It's just a jaded portrait

Of a tender face without a name



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