STICHED THE EDGES OF MY SOUL
WITH THE BONDS OF LOVE LONG GONE
REMEMBERING THE TIME WE HAD
HOW BRIEF IT WAS, HOW FAST IT FLED
NEVER DREAMING THAT THE DAYS
COULD TURN SO BLEAK, YOUR SOUL WAS DEAD
YOU TRIED TO STAY, TO KEEP US CLOSE
BUT DEATH WILL COME, IT TOUCHED US BOTH
IT LEFT ME BROKEN, BLEEDING SORE
BUT HOPE WAS LEFT, I COULD MOVE ON
IT BRUSHED YOUR LIFE, A FEATHERS TOUCH
AND YET YOU PANICKED, FLED, YOU LEFT
STITCHED THE EDGES OF MY SOUL
WITH THE BONDS ON HOPE LONG GONE
CLINGING TO THE MEMORIES
THERE ALL THAT’S LEFT, TO COMFORT ME
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WITH THE BONDS ON HOPE LONG GONE"
positivly brilliant. this means something to me. those words are real
"CLINGING TO THE MEMORIES
THERE ALL THAT’S LEFT, TO COMFORT ME"
so many nights filled with memories.. so many classes not paying attention, just watching the memories.. beautiful.
::wonders:: are you a fiction or non fiction writer?
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Is it that I want to live, or that i'm afraid to die? Is it that i'm dead inside, or afraid to try? Am I worth the space... am i worth your time?
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Is it that I want to live, or that i'm afraid to die? Is it that i'm dead inside, or afraid to try? Am I worth the space... am i worth your time?
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