A heart is torn open, a love is broken, a life is empty, with few words spoken. The words are spoken,
are what I appear? Like the loss of your love, Is the blank I fear? Knowing you hate me, Is a terrible fate? I thought the there was hope, But it was too late. What is spoken is spoken, And what is done is done, I spoke without thinking, And know you are gone. I hope one day that I will Earn your heart back Because I still truly love you And that us a fact.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I'M SORRY...:( YOU ARE GONE......
Posted by JEY@M@L@R at 1:14 AM
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