LeBroz
Let the mind roam free
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Ago Again
by Wanton Vixxxen ©
Never do they ebb; these tides of my love’s deepest yearning
crashing on bleak shores of lonely everydays now
Wanting all of you though none of you is what I’m deserving
Remembering us not long ago; the us we shouldn’t again allow
Lying in the dark, I hear hollow sounds of my heart beating
Emptiness consumes me as do the moments we once shared
Cold and vacant is my soul now since we’ve promised to stop meeting
When nighttime offers shadows, its pity cloaks my feelings bared
Desolation’s mate, I’m companion to oft time sorrow
Eternal sadness with little hope; overwhelmed by all despair
We’re each alone in barren solace with faintest chance for our tomorrow;
grasping morsels of this love from crumbs of time we find too rare
Clinging onto faith, the one strong thread that shows no fraying
Believing in our past that’s ours to cherish; dreams then and when
Our future’s not been reached in spite our present’s day- to- daying
As we loved in times of our ago, you knew we’d love ago...again.
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Ago Again
by Wanton Vixxxen ©
Never do they ebb; these tides of my love’s deepest yearning
crashing on bleak shores of lonely everydays now
Wanting all of you though none of you is what I’m deserving
Remembering us not long ago; the us we shouldn’t again allow
Lying in the dark, I hear hollow sounds of my heart beating
Emptiness consumes me as do the moments we once shared
Cold and vacant is my soul now since we’ve promised to stop meeting
When nighttime offers shadows, its pity cloaks my feelings bared
Desolation’s mate, I’m companion to oft time sorrow
Eternal sadness with little hope; overwhelmed by all despair
We’re each alone in barren solace with faintest chance for our tomorrow;
grasping morsels of this love from crumbs of time we find too rare
Clinging onto faith, the one strong thread that shows no fraying
Believing in our past that’s ours to cherish; dreams then and when
Our future’s not been reached in spite our present’s day- to- daying
As we loved in times of our ago, you knew we’d love ago...again.
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