Take my mind and take my pain,
Like an empty bottle takes the rain,
Heal, Heal, Help me heal.
Take my past and take my sins,
Like an empty sail takes the wind,
Heal, Heal, Help me heal.
And tell me some things last, tell me some things last.
Take my heart and take my hand,
Like an ocean takes the tallest sands,
Heal, Heal, help me heal
Take my mind and take my pain,
Like an empty bottle takes the rain,
Heal, Heal, help me heal.
And tell me some things last
(x 4)
-- 'Tis better to have loved, and lost, than never to have loved at all --
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
They would have to disagree with you on that one.
When not just love is lost, but a whole other being.
A whole WAY of being.
How do you persuade yourself, make yourself accept, that feeling this kind of pain, is better than never to have felt it in the first place ?
How ?
Just how do you do that .......
YOU ARE READING
HEAL
FanfictionLes Twins star is ascending, a worldwide phenomenon, but all too quickly. One twin embraces their good fortune and hard work, the other, sex and drugs and dance rules the day. When a tragedy befalls them as brothers, how will they cope ? How will...
