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broken hearts,
dreams long since dead.
Streams of tears,
running crimson bands,
down your cheeks.
I wish i could stop the flow,
but all i can do is kiss your cheek,
and drink from you tears.
As your head rests on my shoulder,
and you weep your bloodly tears.
More stains upon my soul,
as i wish to help any way i can,
but all you do is weep,
as you turn a deaf ear unto my plees,
and the words i offer to well damn the flow.
so i hold back my own tears,
and stand in slient vigal,
given you Calm from your forever raging storm.
and i ask but one thing,
remember when you stand on your own,
because i have been forgoton too many times before.
 hellflame3000 · Sat Jul 02, 2005 @ 01:13pm · 0 Comments |
