a minute without you

'Cause when the minutes seem like hours
And the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by
You know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world
Could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred
Forty hours in my day

living in self-denial is like
the ocean without her waves
a dive beneath the surface where
waters once full of life
die breathless

when a life so empty gets
emptied once again
poured out and torn out until
it clings to the wretched love
screaming desperation

please let me love in silence
where the graves of lovers
lie in grey memory
loved once, loved her never
wretched love

shallow eyes that run deep inside
the soul that hides the truth
to feign emotion
to laugh in the face of
the fainthearted

then one day the wind blows
over the sea and the
ocean holding her breath,
quivers in his gravity
the waves turn

but the wind it comes and goes
hot and cold
turning the ocean blue and
sometimes dead
forever again

a life in self-denial kills the life
of the self slowly
a butterfly in the wind tossed
silly by his slippery existence
caught up in charm

the ocean feels the wind
across her cheek, a brush with
the beauty of his spirit
which is all he is really;
something only within

he cannot hold the true measure
of his worth
he is nothing to himself
but to the ocean he is her breath
of broken self-denial

the wind that flies slightly
above her glorious reach
sliding in and out of her palm
sprinkled with butterfly kisses
breaking her waves

living in self-denial is like
an ocean without her waves
a being torn in pieces belonging
no where, to no one
the wind might piece her

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