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by [x].distantmemory.[x] Dec 24, 2006 category : Love, romance / lost love
Sitting on the stairs, As my mind turns to dust, Holding hands they walk past, Self absorbed in their lust. I sit in the park, As the kids start to play, My mind is but a film, As i replay my last day. Left in the cold, I sit here and freeze, Broken memories, And a plea to be free, I cry these tears for you, You know the ones you can't see. A broken heart, A gun let loose, A tear stained cheek, Unravel the noose.