Forgotten purpose to which I bleed,
Long lost love is lost indeed,
Follow me to death’s deep grave,
Living well is for the brave.
Wilted flower to which I hold,
Unwritten stories that remain untold,
Show me strength to carry through,
The long lost nights I’ve lost with you.
Rotten fruit I swallow whole,
Absent of the lover’s soul,
We walk along as though we’ve found,
The sweetest notes, the lover’s sound.
Demise is all our destiny,
I am blinded by those things I see,
To let it go, those things I’ve known,
I think I’ll go this one alone.
To bask in love’s sweet solitude,
Nourished by the truest food,
I’ll sit with stillness found indeed,
Sprouted from destruction’s seed.
Not to mention in the way I do,
I rest with loving thoughts of you,
Long lost love is not lost at all,
It’s found in lovers standing tall.