I lay down quietly upon the bed
My fingers softly twist the strings attached
To my breaking heart from your aching head
Absent minded sighs fill me like the bath
Water I ran while turning off the lights
So candles burning sex could set the mood
Warming our embrace and to reunite
Our vow to find the place where we once stood
But I sit sadly, in sheer disbelief
These moments -- they were ours and may be gone
Like prized pearls concealed, taken by some thief
Our time disappears and soon we have none
I gaze at the clock through watery eyes
And watch the twisted, thin strings come untied
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