There no point in getting up anyways
I'll just fall once more
When can this be over?
When can I finally forget you?
When can I be happy once more?
Every time I see you
Living with the pain of the past
My chest longs for that love of yours
My chest aches and burns for that love of yours
The memories we made will never be
forgotten, at least never to me
You can go one with your happy little life
And just leave me alone
Because that what you do anyway
Just leave me for the pain
The pain, of the past
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
