Where I Reside Like A Cinder

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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I've vowed not to love or speak I'm like an unfeeling thief I've been numbed to the core And only a discarded shell is left. Where I reside like a cinder Never to be a glowing torch Fingers may touch one another But I'm not your lover. Together we might scorch the heather In abandoned hope, I might climb Mount Everest But look deep in my gorged out chest I'm all alone in a cravenness mined heart Looking unaccompanied, weeping for my soul. Like a song bird without words Like the tulips in their bleeding twisting spires. Together, I can feel for you But never be loved. Because I'm all to burnt-out and extinguished With one sure life, That has been all too painful to believe And live without being fatefully hurt. So, now I just bleed. Bleed waiting my time to visit the eternal dead. Fingers may touch one another But I'm not your lover. It's a tightrope walk, loving you A dream I can only wish reaches the other side And instead of make believing All you do is take me home Tell me we're not falling, We're all heaven sent and darling you're my destiny

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