Pieces

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Pieces

burgundy music
that’s haunting me still
as your eyes leave their imprint
from dreams unfulfilled
and I question the purpose
of distance and time
when life seems too short
for the mountains we climb…

seconds of laughter
cure minutes of tears
as the smoking reminder
of love disappears
if we both start to walk
will we pass in the night
too afraid of the shadows
to capture the light…

when love comes in pieces
it boggles the mind
with no sense of direction
the path, undefined
if the flame starts to dwindle
from life rushing by
feel secure in the passion
that joins you and I…

when my mouth tries to call you
it ends in a sigh…

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