Gone

Emptiness fills up my heart,
I try to breath,
I feel abused,
you’re gone,
left everything standing around.

Your fragrance still sticking,
your photos enflamed,
all tears suppressed
you’re gone,
without looking back.

Warmth faded,
any energy stolen,
vegetating,
you’re gone,
don’t coming back again.

(c)Stephan Götze – 24./25.2.01 -for Lena Bretschneider
> translated from the German original
 



 
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