"Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy." Leo Tolstoy from WAR AND PEACE
NOWHERE IN BETWEEN
I cannot cry my cleansing tears
I cannot taste my purest sorrow
Because you are gone, cry I should do
But it makes me happy just to think of you
Laugh as hard as I wish I could
Thinking of our happiest days, I think I should
But the purest of joy I will no longer see
Because someone I love can no longer be
I have to be somewhere in life it seems
But there is nowhere left in between
First we were there, now you are gone
Away from the middle I move along
DroneFingers
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