love is a living thing
it breathes, moves, stumbles and falls
love needs, hungers and crawls
love is a living thing
and you committed murder
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
we commit this love
to the everlasting wasteland known as regret
nevermore to cling desperately to your heart or mine
just alone in a shallow grave
marked only by a faint memory of what could have been
at the trial
you sit there certain of your innocence
confident in your power of persuasion
but the ghost of love walks this courtroom
seeking not your condemnation
nor your acquittal
love only wants you to remember
love is a living thing
and you committed murder
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