The weeks are drifting silently past,
In this gloomy world I feel miscast,
And these dismal clouds never seem to go away,
No matter how I push into the fray,
That's when I heard it,
And lost my heart I hate to admit,
Yet somewhere, it still lives and breathes my air,
Until there is none left to spare,
Not in love and not in hate,
And certainly not relying on fate,
But something deeper than any of those,
I can feel it inside me and there it glows,
Maybe to replace my heart,
But will it too...soon depart?
Or is it mine…This raging passion that intertwines.
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