Let her count to 10
Catch her breath, an early death
Fore the tears come in
It's such a tragedy
The lonely travesty
A spirited cry, just one reply
Raised her ecstatically
Her heart flew to the sun
Her skin tingled as one
Her hair felt an extension of love
Her mind saw the clouds above
She wished for a moment
Just a singular moment
Wistful words of the moment
That his love, she could own it
It had been so sweet
A kind distraught repeat
Ahe heat, the passion the inescapable laughter
Pure love condensed and drenched in after
So torrential it soaks the skin
Links in from your bone to your grin
It must be a sin
The punishment i get
It must be the sin within
It can't be it's his fault
It's my fault, it's life's fault
It was a perfect storm of tension and catastrophe
So don't mention the apogee
The peak love that she remembers
And he can't see
- Peter
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