She has long claimed your heart, but you claimed nothing in return. Now it is too late....
Oh, how she dies -
She is the flower, and the summer breeze
they don't go well with the winter storm
And the rivers erupt like tears
Yours? Perhaps,
but they are all for her
Grieve her
for she is gone
Love her
for she is not here
Hate her
for she is not yours
She laughs
as in a distant life
she laughs
and now she cries
Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2005-08-25 at 00:34
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She
Oh, how she dies -
She is the flower, and the summer breeze
they don't go well with the winter storm
And the rivers erupt like tears
Yours? Perhaps,
but they are all for her
Grieve her
for she is gone
Love her
for she is not here
Hate her
for she is not yours
She laughs
as in a distant life
she laughs
and now she cries
Poetry by muddy waters
Read 689 times
Written on 2005-08-25 at 00:34
Tags Grief
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