Here in this house we sit together,
Not saying a word or touching each other,
We pass each other as though not there,
Our love, has it gone, if so where.
Together in bed we are both alone,
I feel our love is passing on,
What will become with the both of us,
Will our love just blow away into dust.
Our future together looks very grim,
Like a drop in a glass clinging to the rim,
For it if falls its forever gone,
And all I want is to tightly cling on.
But if things go bad and you must be free,
Just always remember forever I'll love you dearly.
By AnitaRae