The midnight bells are ringing low
Please leave my hand, I need to go
You need me by your side, I know
I'll come back here, just take my vow
Oh you'll miss me? Here take my bow
And keep it safe, don't you throw
I know I know, you want your show
But I am bound, don't start a row
They'll kill me if I reach too slow
I need to run back in moonlit glow
And that night, he agreed to let go
With a promise to come back though
I kept my promise to death although
He got a new girl and threw my bow
They lied to me, called bad girls low
But I was a good girl, he told me 'No'!
They're so wrong, they told me so
You'll always reap what you'll sow
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PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
