the fitst day we met

From the moment there hands met there was a desire,
To not live without to suffer apart,
Remorse came from being in love and a tear dropped from my eye,
As many have before as many will come,
Is it life that makes you is it life that breaks you,
Is it a sound of the heart that's already dead,
To bring that back is seldomly heard,
but possible through care that i can't bear,
One second in hell one eternity to release the spell,
Not a man but a God just saying I'm not without,
Seasons have gone bye for reasons that will make me cry,
I don't know who to trust for I have been betrayed from the start,
I care for those who live inside the heart,
Not ones that serve too deep in mind,
For they are not in my kind,
Relocation is hard maybe I should be the dark shard,
But for some reason I will follow the season,
Don't be sad, don't betray, I will always love the from thr first day we met!..
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Posted: Jan 2013
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Dedicated to r.e.n

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