ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 23

No More Than Dead Natalie Majidzadeh I feel you growing away our lives no longer entangled I guess this is the price we pay For our souls becoming so mingled We did not put up a fight When the darkness filled each heart Because we could no longer see the light That kept us from falling apart It’s a shame that we couldn’t hold on That the pain became too much to handle It’s a shame that what was once beautiful is gone That living was reduced to a scandal So in our hands, we could watch as love bled Until everything we knew was no more than dead 23