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A Friendship Thrown to the Birds.
Are you aware we once shared the same breath?
A foreign time before we walked apart in distant lands.
My life has been Hell because I lost my ability to forget.
And by God, if these hands haven’t shook away any memories we’ve let slide right past.
The trouble with love is accepting an end.
The trouble with life is accepting our death.
A home once known is now a foreign place where we’ve never ever been,
and as your life flashes before my eyes, I shout to the darkness,
I long to live there again.
A foreign time before we walked apart in distant lands.
My life has been Hell because I lost my ability to forget.
And by God, if these hands haven’t shook away any memories we’ve let slide right past.
The trouble with love is accepting an end.
The trouble with life is accepting our death.
A home once known is now a foreign place where we’ve never ever been,
and as your life flashes before my eyes, I shout to the darkness,
I long to live there again.
Published 30th Apr 2014
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30th Apr 2014 7:36am
30th Apr 2014 8:02am
Much appreciated, Invisible Girl.
You're a nice person, through and through.
You're a nice person, through and through.
14th Dec 2014 7:02pm
