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Passing Question Oh how quickly the fires die We wait for summer, dreaming high Burned to life, love is so fleeting Just a figment of a dreamer's thought So many times have i thought to love With honeyed words I spoke my heart So many times I've renounced that love or with painful cuts, felt rejection near And oh how quickly it passes on to leave a soul empty, seeking more And each time I wonder, Is this the one? And look back at the last to claim the spot At the blackened embers of a forgotten love So many times I silently curse not at a failed love, but at my own fickle heart For if love is so fleeting, how can it last? And if it was love, a thing of my own true heart Then why is that 'once-upon-a-time' girl a stranger to me? [ Go Back ] |