The mind splitting apart,
Try coming to terms with the heart.
With doors of the heart shut,
How can the mind comprehend its art?
Is love a grey matter?
Or simply a switch?
One moment in love,
The next under the ditch.
Adiemus on the fingers,
While tears stream down cheeks.
A memory so distant,
Yet its sadness still pricks.
Have I been searching,
For something I once found?
Yet lost it forever,
Without realising.
If happiness is lost,
How shall one live?
With no distance to cover,
One blindly breathes in.
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