Radio wave effects
In its icky stares
Where she spoke of passion within those words
Of her voice
Wasted in the killing lights
Between the wants and the needs
Of rejected love
Haunts the healing heart
Never to feel alive
Under the holiday of love
Judges among the images
Without compassion for my soul
I am born in its face
With a lifestyle that is mute to others…
I am all alone…
Walking beside the garden of hopeless dreams
Searching inside this empty grave
Waiting…
For her love to come back
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