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Wounded spirit
written by cryptic_misery10:26 PM 6/18/04I can't see your face anymore.
Memories faded to dust on the floor
It was a sad night that night
I was sitting there alone, looking up
Not a single star in the sky
I'm loving what's not mine
I can't stop loving what I can't have
I see your eyes in a blur. Tears get in the way
Drown my soul in the darkest of night
Let the sweet melody die. It was a dream that faded. Please wake me from this nightmare.
It's hard to remember alot now. All these weird pictures drift in my head.
Blood and gore. A tear of red. dreams have been shattered like my faith. I wait for my wounded spirit to heal and feel...how much longer till then? |
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