I dance with moon, for it knows me too

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love is dead.

Submitted: November 10, 2011

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This love is dead,
that's what she said,
as she left my side ,
that lonesome night.
 
With pain in head,
sinking as she fled,
hands empty now,
with hurt in heart.
 
Summer now cold,
this feeling so old,
death come soon,
just once I wish.
 
Snow shall fall,
while  wolves call,
that gloomy moon ,
so far, far away.
 
I to relate,
to  speculate,
the stars chasing,
one another round.
 
Be always linked,
with out kinks,
I hopelessly dream,
and Wait,
 
Alone I dance,
with moon I prance,
hands cold and still,
with pain in thy heart.
 
Love begins, 
with a end, 
shall I always feel,
so damned alone.
 
Love is dead, 
Is what she said,
now I lie,
cold, still and alone.


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