pity
The wind blows down on hallowed ground,
Wiping clean all I remember.
The sadness I feel crush my heart,
All thats left just ash and cinder.
How many times will I look back,
Upon the waste I call my youth.
Twisted and broken, yet still I peek,
At the life I knew, black as sin.
Pity I don't need, some, they think I do,
I just need to be understood.
Take back my life from his dark grip,
All I need is just time to heal.
Don't doubt the love I shower down,
On my gorgeous San Juan angel.
She the one who returns my love,
And never once doubts my intentions.
2007-08-13
06:06:18
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