REMEMBER (Remove filter)
END OF THE LINE
The heat of a sultry summers day
and the news wasn’t good,
you were going away.
Vow’s made by the lovers brook
are just trickling memories
of a love that you took.
A heart that once was full of life
is now but an empty shell
on the edge of a knife.
A vignette, closing in on a world,
as into the deep dark abyss
my mind was hurled.
Dreams and g...
Wednesday 17th June 2015 11:43 am
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