For You
By Emma_Bee •
All the open pain is gone,
washed away with a new sense of begining.
I've cleaned my hands of you.
Your face haunts my dreams no longer.
I'm over an empty love.
But why is it
I wrote this for you?
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September 7, 2011 18:36peach moon
this is cool, i can kinda relate to this in a way