Your Wings Shall Not Be Clipped
Within this bleakest loss of day
I reach for you and find you gone
without a soothing word to say
and here am I your willing pawn.
Yet circumstance has brought us this;
the empty tides upon the sea.
I knew it in our last long kiss.
You were about to set me free.
It matters little now you know;
the edginess,the erstwhile zeal.
Now living in the ebb and flow
of passion you just could not feel.
So now you're vanished in the night
with empty heart and barren soul.
And I would rather fail than fight.
Thus I will play the martyr's role.
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