By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2008 Oct 27
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Crumbs of Biscuits

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?