Semi-Detached

Disguised as a dove
You killed me with your love

A fire must have air to survive
A shell of peace, hate builds inside

The passion is gone
A hasty flight
You've done no wrong
You've done no right

Groaping for words, to let you know
I need my space, leave me alone

Don't shed a tear
I probably won't care
When I needed an ear
You never were there.
                                                [PaW] 95' [FLaTLiNE]