A heavy heart is all too good
At preventing you do all you should
Plant seeds of doubt in a fertile mind
And desperation you will find
An empty soul has no face
but to the heart it can displace
What is left of this empty pit>
The answer I know not of it
and so I sit yet I'm not sound
No part of me is on the ground
Praying things will work their course
Without the pain of real remorse.
The formula is something brief:
You've loved, you've lost, it ends in grief.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
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