What I Am, by little_irish_rose |
What is eternity, but until we die? What is love, but just a lie? What is a secret, but something covered in dust? What is a friend, but someone you can't trust? What is caring, but ruined art? What am I, but a broken heart? |
Posted: 2005-08-06 08:11:16 UTC |
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