Saturday 8 June 2013

empty houses

There is nothing more to explain
there is nothing left to be said
we said it all and all that's left
is the empty space between our bed
it's not that I'm fed up with you
I just don't know what to say
we've exhausted every topic;
we have travelled every vein
so when we part (and I know we will, I can see it's inevitable now)
don't scream my love, or shout, nor cry
I'm not to bid you farewell,
I promise, I'll see you again my love
we're just to say this last goodbye 

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