She reached her hand towards his heart,
And cradled it never wanting to part.
He took her hand under the rising moon,
And embraced her off the damp white sand.
I heard a gasp that should have been mine,
I heard a laugh that should have been mine.
Together they built a house,
Together they fulfilled dreams.
Together they disciplined children,
Together they waited till death parted them.
I heard fights that should have been mine,
I waited eventhough the time was not mine.
All that was left to me,
Was a tattered heart,
Wingless hope,
A soulless body,
And a mind void of any clue of how his fingers felt to my touch.
And cradled it never wanting to part.
He took her hand under the rising moon,
And embraced her off the damp white sand.
I heard a gasp that should have been mine,
I heard a laugh that should have been mine.
Together they built a house,
Together they fulfilled dreams.
Together they disciplined children,
Together they waited till death parted them.
I heard fights that should have been mine,
I waited eventhough the time was not mine.
All that was left to me,
Was a tattered heart,
Wingless hope,
A soulless body,
And a mind void of any clue of how his fingers felt to my touch.
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