Love is barren and cold,
even when you have a hand to hold.
The river of my tears is flowing wide,
I feel oh so empty inside.
As he comes I feel his breath,
to him my arms reach and stretch.
He proclaims his love so loud and strong
yet this feels so very wrong.
Even with his arms around me,
I feel that I can never see,
the face of his love is always hidden.
So to him I must say good riddance.
To the past of him, I shall not look at,
for my river of tears will surely come back.
 
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