Goodmorning, 3 апреля 2016 г., 20:54
Feel the wind passing by, Like a hurricane, Tearing your heart, Crumbling to pieces, Slowly but surely, Like a candle melting to its death, Try to fix it, No you can't, Thus the pain is gone, The scars is still there, Remain forever to you, Like an empty jar filled with air, You can't see but its there, The memory of sadness, Haunting you everytime, You close your eye's, See the scar deeper, Remember the sad story, Titled " Love ". By: Me
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