| Our Hearts' Secret |
[06 Dec 2003|05:32pm] |
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music |
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waltz the moon |
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as my heart beats,
it pumps my blood;
but something else slithers through my veins...
a snake's venom, with something even cyanide cannot contain.
it's the theif in the night,
stealing money from the miser;
romance from the lovers;
power from a viser;
and children from their mothers.
ageless as the changing times,
heartless as a pointless death;
a continuous chemical beating
without giving the heartless rest.
it plagues us all,
linking us through pain,
promising another hopeless tomarrow:
sorrow
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