On With The Show.
When the fringes of love begin to fray
Feeling it all start to slip away
Left there standing with nothing to say
Watching your world crumble in dismay
No reason was given, just the slamming of the door
Before all this thinking how there was to be much more
Busted like a ship upon a rocky shore
Heart feeling as it’s been ripped from your very core
Alone you waunder without direction
Void of the joy that gave reflection
Source of your heart’s every palpitation
Now there is nothing, only desolation
No reason was given, you may never know
So many things you were eager to show
No more is the spark that brought life it’s glow
Yet somehow you push forward, on with the show
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