I'm down in pain,facing time on the rugs in memories of what it was" turning butterfly's into bugs, changing a peaceful heart to a thug,out with his slugs as the world unplugs the darkest days without the sun"strolling through the slums" in my head numb.on the other side of love at first I was happy now in my head dumb by the words my life become dreaming as I run back to the arms of love on "this other side"where in reality there is none "to show" yet in deep sleep I glow,melting my own heart like snow, holding in so much,that no one knows in secret with a flow though it's dark and cold "on the other side of love" you are my reflection, sleeping on the rugs facing time as the judge for a crime called "love " still gentle "the wings of doves"wondering out free like memories use to be, taking us back to eternity ....
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