If you can't be here for me
Then I would just head for fate
The choice I have been given
The option I take
Bells toll away
Children laugh and play
A silent tear on my face
I cry before I meet my fate
The chosen surface of hypocrisy
I wish not to live
The style of regret and negativity
That push me to this
Square one
Parturition
The flower that lives no more
The broken heart, the solitude
You are not here
You want me not
I choose to end this all
Forgive me, dear Lord
As I take this step
Into the never ending pit of Hell
I think of the feelings I had for you
The untamed desire
Alas, no one can understand what true love is
Nor romance
This is how I will meet my fate
As I no longer wish for a chance
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
No Second Chances
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 00:19
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3 comments:
wish I knew who you were talking about
btw: what do u mean by 'Parturition'?
Anonymous:
Its just a fictitious story. And 'parturition' means delivery.
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