My sorrow is heavier then lead wacthing it dwell in the dark shadows of my head,
my ink like the blue sea; i pour out my soul, on pages of strange fate
that will become tommrows hisstroy. For those that who do not know
the time will come for you and me to meet our loved ones who have become yesterdays memories
life gose on it never ends.
Yesterday you were here now you're there,
your beautiful spirit,in my heart, my memory is not itself
I only have old pictures of you;
i see your coat hangig and shoes still by the door
wishing you'll come through that door
By: Sugaronwheels
written for the : The Rogue Nun. may-26-2014
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