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Trees, houses, towns, and rocks,
Growing ever stronger was the pain,
I threw my heart into a box,
I am never going to see them again.
Pulling into an unknown road,
I feel I have been slain.
Was this a curse upon me bestowed?
I am never going to see them again.
The dilemma since the beginning of time,
Leaving the ones you loved the most,
Their voices ringing in my mind like a wind chime,
Soon they will only be memories of ghosts.
I am never going to see them again.
I will miss you.
- by Galadhwen--x |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/31/2009 |
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