The parts of me,
Dispersed in the trenches of her,
Immersed in an ocean of hope,
Or maybe just glimpses of her.
We meet, then we part , and we meet again
In each other’s pretentious eyes, we see the quietest pain.
It feels like you’re pulling me from those darkest graves,
And then , you leave again...
Now i wander through the streets, all crowded;
As grief wraps around me, it feels like I\'m shrouded.
I long to feel on my face your cold fingertips,
And i want to see the warmth of my love melting your frozen lips.
Each shadow i meet, whispers softly your name,
And now i want in your trenches, to be dispersed again...