I hear the footsteps in my head,
Of love that’s far away,
Without her friendship I am dead,
I hate myself today,
She can’t hear a word I speak,
Or listen to my cry,
‘Cause my emotions are so weak,
I can’t apologise.

I hear the music in my mind,
A song that sings of her,
She is the angel in my sky,
She’s true and gold and pure,
But I have said more than I mean,
Damn this poetic soul,
My greatest weakness she has seen,
‘Cause I have no control.

I hear her screaming fearfully,
It cuts into my heart,
Her terror is the enemy,
Her fear tears me apart,
I wish she could forgive me,
Wish she could be my friend,
But the truth she cannot see,
And so this is the end.

                                                       Ktwilight

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