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January 04, 2005

 

When obscurity has devoured you and
The world is turning dreary
When none of your acts will transfigure your past
Nor will anything you articulate
When the forlorn hours of despondency
Are driving you round the bend
When the heavens don't gleam with stars anymore
When your friends don't discern you anymore
When nobody heeds for your endurance
When there are tears in your eyes
When you gaze into the mirror
And you feel curtailed
Because a certain sorrow in your mind
That you can't annihilate
Lingers along...
Don't fret...
Cause you're mine.
And I'll be there by you

One Day It Won'T Hurt So Much
hey ...its for yew
I live in fear that one day
I will go to bed
And not cry myself to sleep

That one night
I will not toss and turn
Dreaming of you
With me, together,
As it was meant to be

That one morning
I will not wake up and clutch
At the empty space beside me
And spend my first waking moment
Thinking fo you

But one day I will not cry myself to sleep
And one morning that space will not be empty
And for that I hate you
Almost a much as I love you


# posted by masquerader @ 11:16 ::


 
 
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