I lay.


I lay upon the tall, tall grass;
Gazing the stars in the sky.
Willing this pain to pass,
To join the stars up high.

Breeze whistles across my face,
Thoughts of you fill my mind.
Finding you all over the place;
Life has never been kind.

My love for you fills my core,
Though you've never been mine.
I think of Heathcliff on the moores,
With that love so divine.

Was the desire so great?
The love so senstional,
It was worth that horrible fate?

I lay upon the tall, tall grass;
Staring at the lights above.
Please take from me this agony,
And teach me not to love.

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