A cure to the sorrows of the heart

by kiara   Dec 1, 2006


Lonliness is the sorrow of the the heart
and with this sorrow we must part
for one day whilst the roses blossom at our feet
hand in hand we shall each seak
for the best of a friend
whom we shall seak until the very end
but i have already found three
and into my soul they can see
through the portal of my eyes
they can see through my most descreet lies
as we laugh whilst we bury each other in the sand
im thank ful that ive found an awesome band
those summers we spent walking merily along the beach
made me stick to my best friends like a leach

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