Weeping in the desert .
Shedding tears where there’s no water.
With emotions in crisis,
my brow drops lower.
Ours was the pride of friendship
and I cherished you above all
But you became the bride of betrayal
and refused my call.
Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder
and betrayal makes me wonder
if love and friendship will ever prosper
for hate and enmity to turn sober.
You left me
and throd on me like I was never alive.
I doubt I can thrive
holding on to nothing.
Yours may have been false
but a speck of my love could burn down the amazon.
Well of course,
you never meant the vows you swore
but like an eternal tree stump,
my love never dies.
You will stay away
and I’ll survive in my lonely carapace.
Thierry – Century
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