By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2008 Oct 27
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Crumbs of biscuits everywhere, ashes of dust in the air|
Eye lids closed and stressed, what put me in all this mess
Coffee no longer tastes the same, I stay awake I cry in pain
You were my comfort, my medicine free of charge
You ripped my heart and left a gap ever so large
It is right or even fair?
A life together we cannot share
A heart that's broken what's there to be said?
A fairy tale that once lived inside my head?