A tearflow down my face,
to bring the end of desire.
No matter the river shown,
he is deemed such a liar.
Time rolls over and over
The fear is sought out
everyday, the heart bleeds
and he opens, about
Seeking the life he was born to lead
Stepping on the broken, his feet bleed.
Glass shatters in his mind,
little pieces make him blind.
It was you he desired, the light of his heart
He never knew where to go, nothing was right
Everything deteriated, it all fell apart
Your the only one he'd never want to fight.
Memories say different,
it could have all changed
the one thing missing now...
a precious flower.














Comments
it's really good :]
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It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
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Repenting for my sins, I wish to speak to her.
-Logan-
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It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay
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