Thursday 20 May 2010

Chocolate love

She stabbed me
In the back she did
With her sharp edged words
her poisonous response,
Saying that I am not her friend:

The friend that I thought I was,
That I have jealously guarded,
Keeping all that I now have lost.

It is gone
Gone with the wind,
Its rushing sound
So furious it winded

Sweeping away the leaves
Of the tree of love
All because

I failed to grant a wish
A wish beyond my power
Now I suffer to end it all
The fact that I never
Ever dreamt it will be now

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