It is hard for me to see the disillusion of your heart.
Though my trials are neverending,
I am planted at the start.
Delving deeper in the depths..of a slowly maddened heart,
With all hopes of your repenting,
I am planted at the start.
Reminiscent of a time when your love was with devotion...
Now it is clear to any human that your heart lacks mere emotion.
Silly dreams of happy endings,
All the while I am pretending...
Insanely lying to myself,
Hoping that our bond is mending.
Standing by your sickened fits,
While the bile burns in my throat,
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2007-12-12
06:08:22
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