The Fall
The signs are here.
The cracks are finally showing.
Why do all these have to happen?
I'm lost for the moment.
The signs are showing.
The leaks are now clouding.
Why must all these have to happen?
Left a bitter taste in my heart.
Left without a word.
I'm left in the lurch.
Your words are a passe.
You've gone so far away.
What's left are just plain bitter.
Forgiveness it seems.
Heal is what never will.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Left A Bad Taste In My Mouth
Posted by desquire at 8:10 AM
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