Somebody has to be there for you
Sombody has to learn to hold back her tears.
Somebody has to sacrifice
Somebody needs a hand to clasp
Somebody needs inspiration to write
Your touch assail my bones,which rusts my power to speak.
We chained out hearts in vain
The breach between my lids flood with sorrow
Wishing to be somebody else
I over flow with the foam of thoughts
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I have some
help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
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ANTHOLOGY
Поэзия_Pain and pleasure go hand in hand they say..but no-one ever mentions that pain is just the path to more pleasure_
