Temper and Dispassion
The best you can do is stare at the place where he stood
Imagine you see his smile directed your way
Imagine you can hear his laugh roll quite easily
The future is a hard and cold master
And it has found you alone and lost
A victim of your temper and dispassion
As you host selfishness and sickness to a seat
At the table of your heart
There to keep and sleep in each other’s arms
Tears recall how you used to be
When soft and caring meant something
And cold and staring was locked deep in the winter of your despair
But you don’t feel the burn of concern
If love can’t make a home – hate will do just fine
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