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My last word on the subject
Written by: Delgarth Temperley
Date: Saturday, May 28th, 2005
Addressed to: Musicante Elora Ta'sa-Ithilien
Closure
To dream or not to dream...
Which, might tell you that there is nothing left?
Because I gave all and am carelessly bereft,
You gave all, elsewhere, and thats how it seems.
Oh, when it all falls down...
Making pretences that it was truly real,
If you'd only admit it, and let it heal,
Justifying actions into dust on the ground...
You can't love and still make those plans,
Wishing you were with him while you're with me,
Wondering what it'd be like with him not me...
You built up a castle but its still only sand.
Cry me a river because talk is so cheap,
Made the more so by your feigned confusion,
Just say you hate me and stop the delusion,
Go where you wanted and don't waste your sleep.
You made a mistake and that's okay,
But don't think you can have it back...
I can't trust those lips, holding words so black,
Give it up and walk ...away,
Just give it up ... and go away....
Delgarth Temperley
Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 393 AF.
My last word on the subject
Written by: Delgarth Temperley
Date: Saturday, May 28th, 2005
Addressed to: Musicante Elora Ta'sa-Ithilien
Closure
To dream or not to dream...
Which, might tell you that there is nothing left?
Because I gave all and am carelessly bereft,
You gave all, elsewhere, and thats how it seems.
Oh, when it all falls down...
Making pretences that it was truly real,
If you'd only admit it, and let it heal,
Justifying actions into dust on the ground...
You can't love and still make those plans,
Wishing you were with him while you're with me,
Wondering what it'd be like with him not me...
You built up a castle but its still only sand.
Cry me a river because talk is so cheap,
Made the more so by your feigned confusion,
Just say you hate me and stop the delusion,
Go where you wanted and don't waste your sleep.
You made a mistake and that's okay,
But don't think you can have it back...
I can't trust those lips, holding words so black,
Give it up and walk ...away,
Just give it up ... and go away....
Delgarth Temperley
Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 393 AF.