boys

Nov 09, 2008 00:36

*sigh, pause*
recalling the year passed
leaves me every weekened
getting trashed

the memory of us
my memory of you
different now
since you confessed

torn in half inside
emotions crazy
never to be your bride

that three letter word
believing to be true
it was you, i misheard

true colors emerge
a person i never knew
words full of pain
seperating; you had the urge

to the beginning i start
gave my heart and soul
one day at a time
moving on with us apart
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