No Storybook Ending for the Likes of You, by Loneliness is condescending
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My heart is blank as the snow that covers your grave
Tears of hopelessness stain this perfect land of white
shadows
Desperately searching for what my heart craves
Staring lost out of our stained windows
The death of innocents ruptures my soul
To few were our days of peaceful dreams
How do I make my life whole?
The pain is scared so deep that it still screams
Standing here I wait for you
This pointless wish the one day you'll come back to me
The sign on your door speaks so true
Tearing me to pieces with nowhere left to flee
On my knees begging the night sky
To answer my questions of heartache.. why?
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| Posted: 2005-11-02 04:28:22 UTC |
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| 2005-10-11 18:18:55 | Don't build lies on ice cubes. |
| I love the title! Is that an odd comment? I really do though, your titles could be poems, they all seem so well chosen... the poems good too by the by! |