Autopilot -for Sid-
Traveling down this road alone,
my heart feels it's made of stone.
As I stare off into space,
tears are streaming down my face
It seems unfair, what you've done,
to you, to me, to everyone
It makes me wonder, why you're gone.
But remembering, I am not mad,
Can't blame you, I'm only sad
The only thing for us to do,
Is love, remember, and miss you.
2007-08-22
17:03:07
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L Lawliet
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Thank you everyone, for your responses <3
2007-08-22
17:18:52 ·
update #1