It came upon a 2 am dreary....

by lasthopelost   Jan 26, 2012


Forgotten and never remembered;
lost and never found;
hurt but never healed;
and so everything is broken now;
nothing will ever be bettered;
no voice to come from this sound;
with a kiss it will never be sealed;
and all we can wonder is "how?"

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