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Treason







My heart I chose to give to you
An offering of my greatest gift
So softly, you handed it back to me
Leaving the words cold upon my lips

Your eyes they held my every tear
As you turned and walked away
I stood with hands limp at my side
Wondering if I could withstand the day

In silence, still, I worship you
Searching for pieces of a world torn apart
To say that love for you has left me now
Would be treason against my heart

No other, could ever reside inside
To let one in, would surely be careless
For the words left cold upon my lips
Leaves me to die a death...that's treacherous

~THE FLOWING PEN~
03-02-08





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