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Contributed by seci on Friday, 21st July 2006 @ 09:54:05 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

snow covered the ground that evening
i can sit here and remember it so clearly
i lied in my bed not thinking, close to not breathing
the coldness of the room
the weakness of my heart, but something inside that kept me living and feeling so warm inside
something that kepted me holding on to my pride
phone ringing frequently
my eyes gazing on each number
neither stood for me
money flowing down the drain
his words becoming my pain
my answers turning into jis presents of his and his shower of rain
own by nothing, but clueless as hell to think on my own
earth and life by me was gaven to him by my strength in heart
day by day longed
piece by piece by piece until it began to become a thousand pieces i shattered apart
i stayed by him until i couldn't stay anymore
my laughter became my cries
my smile became my frown
my trust and touch for anyone became a shadow of no existence but only the dirt on the ground
full minded
bitter for the next man who actually falls in love with me
a crime of aches in ones soul
no medincine to cure this diease
nothing but temperature dropping to zero degrees
snow covered the ground that evening
i can sit here and remember it so , so clearly
i lied in my bed not thinking , close to not breathing
my kisses becoming the next womans opening
my sex of what i had to give to him to hold him even if i didn't won't to become nothing but the next lady in your book
my hugs of what i gave is when you pull from me and shove , a death in soul
i enclosed myself with u through all four seasons and one reason or another our thought of love became less words and grew cold

Copyright © seci ... [ 2006-07-21 09:54:05]
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