Post Last Edit by truly at 4-1-2012 22:55
Unmarked Grave
When it was your turn I did not see your footstep
In the house that was once fabricated in stone
Dreams shattered, we decided to furnish it now with regrets.
What choice do I have?
That I had the lock and key
finally rested at sea
in an unmarked grave, stories of you and me.
But for ending this tragic
I will forgive you should you refused to see the logic.
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