a Haunting Love
a Haunting love
Here lies my heart
my heart is in two
two halves make a whole
the hole in my soul
my soul has been pierced
pierced by your hands
your hands are so cold
cold enough to haunt
haunt my every move
move thy graceful soul
thy soul of the blessed
blessed, we may be
but, thy God is not always forgiving
Leave me be
you horrible thing
things bump in the night
night, brighten my life
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