a memory is not of what was, but of how it felt.
Living in the shadow of truth is like living in a lie
But now that I have seen the truth
I wish I never left before behind
The feeling I felt for a while
Like maybes and someday
Leaving me with hopeful smiles
Have now been blown away
Not a shred of hope left to see
Now I see through the lies
All that I thought was ment for me
Was nothing more than his way of getting by
A sick feeling in the depth of mind
I knew it all along
Your just far too kind
I knew with him you belong
Betrayal is what I feel
Betrayal is what I knew
Betrayal is what I know
And what Id promise to not come true
It cant be that
It cant be that
It cant be that
I have left the past behind
She is my friend
She is my valued
My heart will always mend
Because the friendship is all the glue ill need
Defend
The memories
Of sweet thoughts
Of hopeful smiles
gone
Poetry by Tori
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Written on 2006-11-05 at 08:23
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[//FAK3_MEM0RiES.]
Living in the shadow of truth is like living in a lie
But now that I have seen the truth
I wish I never left before behind
The feeling I felt for a while
Like maybes and someday
Leaving me with hopeful smiles
Have now been blown away
Not a shred of hope left to see
Now I see through the lies
All that I thought was ment for me
Was nothing more than his way of getting by
A sick feeling in the depth of mind
I knew it all along
Your just far too kind
I knew with him you belong
Betrayal is what I feel
Betrayal is what I knew
Betrayal is what I know
And what Id promise to not come true
It cant be that
It cant be that
It cant be that
I have left the past behind
She is my friend
She is my valued
My heart will always mend
Because the friendship is all the glue ill need
Defend
The memories
Of sweet thoughts
Of hopeful smiles
gone
Poetry by Tori
Read 639 times
Written on 2006-11-05 at 08:23
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