Only Hollow
by: W. Dire Wolff 1997

Who is she?
Why did I forget her?
So quickly?
Why did my love
Burn into ashes?
And if never was something
Why didn’t I hold on?
Forever to the day?
When we spoke cross good-byes
That melted in summer wishes.

The new desires
Pulsing in my blood
With rum and madness!
That folds on sadness...
And all that passes
Yet our love is ashes
And I held her close to me
And in the blackness she set me free
For love was meant to be
A thing of beauty
A thing of color
A piece of hope
A sad good-bye
A kiss and forlorn embraces
A woman gone and forgotten
Now no trace is
Left for me to follow
Not Sad
Just Hollow
Not Sad
Just Hollow.


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