Head Full of Memories
This one was a bullet,This one was my fault,
This one was a dagger,
But I never did get caught.
That one is the future,
That one is my past,
That one is my heartbeat,
See it wasn't made to last.
This here is a murder,
This here is his blood,
This here is my shovel,
Now I cover him with mud.
Now it is the ending,
Now it is all out,
Now it is your goodbye,
To this living with such doubt.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-02 at 21:50
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