I lived once but I was never awake
she use to feel my heart until it went in flames
You could hear the sounds of weeping in the dark
Teardrops fall like rain in the park
Hear my cires, only such words would tell
how one day when my heart had failed
She thinks I'm gone but I'm really not
I'm under her feet, 10ft below at this plot
She cries for me, praying that I will listen
only the sounds of faint winds and leaves kissing
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC
I lived once but I was never awake
she use to feel my heart until it went in flames
You could hear the sounds of weeping in the dark
Teardrops fall like rain in the park
Hear my cires, only such words would tell
how one day when my heart had failed
She thinks I'm gone but I'm really not
I'm under her feet, 10ft below at this plot
She cries for me, praying that I will listen
only the sounds of faint winds and leaves kissing
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