Saturday, August 8, 2009 11:17 PM
Pieces of her shattered away
Like a bottle of wine
You got her thinking from night to day
The sounds of the clock goes tick, tick a tock.
Not a minute stop.
It was so long ago
Since you said you love her so
Now you are leaving her without a goodbye
Sunset to sunrise she is feeling low and dry
On a very cold night
She trembled, feeling very disturbed
Dreadful winds blowing her lovely black hair
Bloody tears wets her radiant skin
And there your soul smiles at her from within
Looking after her from the other world
But she never knew.
She doesn’t know how to begin.
It’s killing her everyday.
