Power!

waiting for the fire
to burn down
it's been created
in the better days
staring at the pieces at my feet
itęs calling me, calling me

the power
of deep and everlasting love
so true and never-ending

nervous everytime
my mind gets in touch with you
taught - 'bevel warning'
torture me, leave me, come
please leave me calm
and still itęs calling me

the power
of deep and everlasting love
so true and never-ending

I, I ought to be free

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Comments:

thinking of what I had and lost makes me sick. sometimes.

Itęs pretty fast. but I love it this way.

more power! huh huh!