(still)truth be told dare won't hold me®
how dare i
even try
to be here
without My Dear
Faron i can't be
no reason for me
to stick around
unless in the ground
elsewhere take up space
something useful in my place
could be there instead
alive and not dead
my heart beats
but nothing completes
a way for it to keep going on its own
artificial means are what's shown
like pipe dreams up in smoke
of the past when i awoke
happy where i lay
in heaven another day
now more dreams instead of
his arms of love
must try to sustain
a heart too weak from the strain!
Copyright© 2012
Being Dead Seeing Red
My Arms Fold Over My Chest
You Can't Hold Me Can't Rest
But My Love 4u Faron Pooh
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