Treasure Island

Orpheus Kiln


Empty Seat


Think of the garden in our house
Where it was the empty lounge
A love of yore was waiting
Holding the memory, so frustrating

Seeing the empty lounge from far away
I remember the things when as just small kids
One time we said and shared
Now we’re alone inside the decay
And the pain braces in our hearts without delay

I can’t understand the smile of this pain
You are my life which always comes away
Hovering alone in this wasted earth
Damned for all time, damned from my birth

Years will pass, so painful so fast
Two souls together will come without harsh
Staring each other as two people dead
Longing for our life in the bridal bed

Submitted: Thursday, May 25, 2006
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