My Nature Is To Shed Tears
My nature is to shed tears and linger
Here in this abandoned place, this abyss,
Till all near wonder at what is amiss
Now that all that is left is a cinder.
Heavy tears, I cannot lift a finger.
All I desire is a simple sweet kiss.
All I wish for is passion, blazing bliss
But my body burns like brittle tinder.
Then you appear in glorious colour,
My paralysis fades, my tears do dry.
Now is a time of honey not dolour.
Today I struggle no longer to try
But succeed, with you my silver dollar,
Urging me forward where once I did lie
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