When we're old

by ¢нαяℓι   Jan 12, 2006


Its in a heart,
That never ends,
Locked from the world,
Locked from its friends.

Its in a place,
So lonley and cold,
Locked away,
To grow old.

I sat and watched,
I sat and stared,
It felt so odd,
How much I cared.

I couldnt leave,
My hearts not cold,
We'll die together,
When we're old.

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