22 February 2013
Traces of me lay bare, Elevated, unaware. Empirical nuances - filter through. You rarely notice, it's cruel.
You've grown immune to my needs, Watching as destruction plants it's seed. Warmth has gone, I should have known all along.
Love has wilted from your face, I stand alone in the halls of our embrace. There was a time, there was a place. But now, I fall from grace.
And as I search for what I've lost, Your name is on my heart, embossed. It's burning deep a blackened hole. Through which escapes, my tortured soul.
So as I sit here, bemused and so alone. Wishing that you would, maybe just come home. I start to ask myself, is it really worth? When your love to me just recently, has seemed more like a curse.
1st part @yikici 2nd part @sJw 3rd part @richwithey 4th part @LeeLee101 5th part @Stablish
It sounds finished to me but if @sarahgamal has a change of heart you can feel free to carry it on, if not and with @yikici's permission I will name it I guess.
Check out @yikici's post for complete rule list.
Traces Of Your Love (collaboration) • Opuss № I