Don't whisper to her dear,
When you know I'll hear,
The sweet tender words,
That sweep her ears.
Don't kiss her dear,
Remember I'm here,
Watching every touch,
You don't know how much longer I'll endear.
Don't love her dear,
You'll regret it I fear,
For in a merciless massacre,
you'll disappear.
I told you dear,
To her not to be near,
I can tangle your strings,
I'm your puppeteer...
Don't whisper to her dear,
When you know I'll hear,
The sweet tender words,
That sweep her ears.
Don't kiss her dear,
Remember I'm here,
Watching every touch,
You don't know how much longer I'll endear.
Don't love her dear,
You'll regret it I fear,
For in a merciless massacre,
you'll disappear.
I told you dear,
To her not to be near,
I can tangle your strings,
I'm your puppeteer...
The whispers of your touch along my skin
Have faded. They are gone. Try as I may
To recover warmth from that one spring day,
To recall the glow you held within
My chest I cannot. When did I begin
Fading through alabaster walls? We sway
Against our own fragilities while stray
Flutters of your breath caress my chin.
I now but drift alone, my plaintive cry
Throttled in my throat. I call and call again
But the film keeps us apart; I watch you
Walk on through shade eyes, unsure of why
I cannot chase your footsteps through the rain.
So drowns our spring day; I drown without you.