Exiled to the island of my space
a constant ebb and flow of emotion
waves of disillusion lapping the boundary
so much silence amidst the commotion
lemons of life squashed to liquid
a drink so sour, a taste so bitter
often camouflaged to endure
but it's only an artificial sweetener
returned you look and feel the same
it hurts to see you struggle and suffer
a real man must do, what a man must do
and you did, though they left you no buffer
as you lie in my arms each night
barely suppressing inner tears
merged in an ocean of love
I conceal my constant fears…
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Beautiful phrases of sorrow.
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I read it in dutch, this is farout, the best you ever wrote I think!!!
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