Toni

by Grotesque Angel   Nov 21, 2006


My first love, lost.

From the time I first layed eyes on you, to the time I waved goodbye.

The fire that somehow still burns inside just won't die.

Where are you?
How are you?

The pain of lost contact,
Nothing compares to unfinished buisness.
It's time it was finished,
See you at the gates...

*If you are reading this Toni Eatock please contact me.*

© Copyright 2006 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 16 years ago

    by Grotesque Angel

    No, michelle she hasnt seen it.
    and I CoZ This Pain, the "gates" part is refering to the gates of st. peter.
    Thankyou

  • 17 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Sad.
    Wish my comment coud be of more help.

    have a better day and let your lip heal

    :)
    ~Emma

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