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Friday, 23 March 2007 |
many broken pieces
shattered, now apart
what can i do to mend it?
to mend by broken heart?
i walk along the beach
leaving footprints cold and bare
how can i enjoy the sunset,
when there’s no one here to share?
there used to be a pair,
of footprints next to mine.
but they washed away with waves
and the shifting sands of time.
all i can do now,
is remember how things were.
the good times, not the bad times,
which caused my heart to stir.
to live to die,
what does it matter?
while i am in this state.
i didn’t know how much i loved,
until it was too late.
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